++++++Nico's POV++++++
I couldn't stop myself anymore. I gave in to the pleasure and the greedy lust. Conall kissed me all over my body. I grabbed his hair as he licked my lower part. It sprang up. I heard him chuckle and I shuddered at the sound. He removed my shirt and his too.
It was a slow process but I know he doesn't want me to feel pressured. He was very sweet but...I just want him now. He sucked on my nipples and played with my erection. I moaned, growing harder. "Conall..." I gasped. He slipped in one finger inside of me, twisting it around, stretching me slowly. My back arched. He slipped in another finger. "Uhn...you're so wet. We don't even need lubrication." He whispered to my ear. I furiously blushed. "Do-don't say it li-like that!!!!" I breathed out.
He laughed as he pulled out his fingers. "I'm going in." My heart went berserk and I felt light headed. I felt his large size penetrate me slowly. Once he was half way, he slowly pulled out and pushed in deeper. Conall made love to me very slowly and gentle. Though it's not what I wanted, it gave me so much pleasure. Once he was sheathed all the way in, he stayed there for a while. I squirmed my body. "Conall..." I panted.
I reached for him and kissed his neck. He growled. His honey-red eyes glowed. His wolf emerged. He grabbed my hips and thusted in fast and deep. It sent electrifying pleasure throughout my body. I held on his back. He repeated this rough motion for a minute till he regained his composure. "I love you. I love you so much, Nico." He whispered. I blushing furiously and tears were forming. "I...lo-love...hmm...you too...Co-Cona...ll..."
He picked up my body and hammered into me. I let out a small scream. "Conall...I'm going to..." HIs eyes was glazed with lust. He nodded. "Me...too." His moved for a few more times until I came. As soon as I came he bit onto my flesh, coming inside me. I cried. The pain subdued with pleasure rising. He pulled out. He licked my wounds, sending electricity all over my body. His mark slowly disappeared to form a beautiful tattoo upon my shoulder. He kissed the mark and smiled sweetly to me. HIs eyes sparkled. A blush slightly appeared in his face. I chuckled and kissed his cheeks. Then I leaned to his ear. I know he too feels the sparks. I nipped his ear and whispered, "I haven't marked you yet."
HIs eyes widen and then a wide grin flashed his face. He pushed me down and started his wonderful kisses again. "Did it hurt?" He asked, suddenly stopping. "A little but it felt good afterwards." He took my hand and pressed it against his chest. I felt his heart thumping wildly inside of him. "It's the same for me." I told him. His eyes soften and something between us changed. I felt him so much more than before. I sense him so much more. He kissed me and I kissed him back. Our tongue danced. It was more experienced and more dearing that before. It wasn't clumsy and every touch felt like it was meant to be.
The heat was so intense that many times I felt like I was going to melt. You can tell that we did it again and I marked him. My mark was placed on his neck. It swirled like mists and clouds. After that...well...we did it again. We drowned ourselves with pleasure and consumed each other's lusting energy. It wasn't enough. Everything wasn't enough. After many rounds we marked each other at the same time. Our mark changed and it resembled each other. I can still see the shape of my mark in him but I can also see the lines that changed in to look like the mark placed on me.
Conall held my hand and kissed the back of it. I rested my head in his chest. "Your father is going to give us an earful." I spoke gloomily. "Yeah...that may be so...but at least we can touch each other as much as we can now." I looked back up to him. "You've become a pervert!" A proud smile played in his lips. I raised an eyebrow and laughed as I kissed him again. "It's the effect of loving you." He replied to my comment. A small blush tinted his cheeks. I played with his hair fondly. "But seriously...they'll be scolding us a lot." He nodded. "I know. But I don't regret it. Do you?" I shook my head. "I don't want to go out now." I whispered.
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Bite Me (Stopped)
Random**Poorly written by a 15-year-old. A war that has been unfolded years ago is reawakening. A war waged by their parents before their birth. And it's now the children's war. They must end this battle. The reason for why is unclear and we may never kn...