Midnight Love

V. Full Moon

"Hmmm" Her voice was soft and sexy. Shivers shot down his spine, and he felt his eyes narrow speculatively. Marco knowing exactly what she wanted by the sultry note in her normally confident and crisp tone. He began to slowly unzip the back of her gown and pulls off the top until it's sitting on just her hips. Turning her around to face him he just looked at her. Marco openly focused on her lush nipples feeling his mouth salivate at the sight of them. He couldn't tear his gaze from them not even to finish taking off her gown leaving it undone. He wanted to touch them, taste them, draw them into his mouth and suck the sweetness from her until she writhed beneath him in ecstasy. He wondered what she would taste like. She heard his breath hitch, thriving on the fact that she was having such an effect on his and they haven't even touched yet. He continued to take off her dress until she was able to step out of it. Then he laid her down and he looked at her as if she was the moon itself. Celine's skin was buzzing from his gentle touches, adrenaline rushing through her veins, heart beating fast. He kissed her softly on the temple. Before he looked her deeping in her exotic eyes and kissed her. The second their lips met, an intense need clawed through her, leaving her gasping and shaking. Desire ripped through her gut. A passion she'd never felt before with anyone, manifesting itself into a ravenous hunger to possess – physically, completely.
The urge was too intense to fight or deny. He laid over her, increasing the pressure on her mouth. Their tongues danced together slowly as she opened her mouth wider for him. His hand brushed against her breast and she felt her nipple harden against him. He moaned her name as he felt her wrap her legs around his waist; undoing his slacks. Celine exposed him to the warm air around them. Only then did he lift his mouth from hers, to place it on her her nipple. His hand worked one breast while his mouth worked the other; and she was making noises that sounded like howling as she breathed hard. Celine got this primal look in her eyes where she looked as if she's on the hunt. Marco swore sometimes it was as if he was the hunted and she was the hunter. Now that they were finally alone he was her prey and he didn't have one complaint about it. Both feeling desperate, in one smooth motion he thrusted inside her. Once adjusted to her grip and heat around him he started to thrust into her deeply. They weren't having sex or even making love. It felt as if two beasts were in heat. Marco was fucking not only her but her wolf. Marco was thrusting like there was no tomorrow, and Celine rose her hips up to take each frantic thrust. Their moans were lust-filled and in line with the frantic pace at which they were going. There was aggression but also gentleness, pleasure but also pain as she dragged her nails down his back; they were both satisfying a pure animalistic desire to dominate and possess each other. His hands were all over her body, eager and strong, exploring, searching, and making up for lost years. His tongue and mouth savored every touch, caress, and moan. Celine came with the moon beaming down on her through the curtains knowing from that point on nothing would be the same.