Highest in Werewolf: #2
"Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-"
I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dum...
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He didn't waste a second, pushing me into the room without separating his lips from mine. Deep rooted desire coursing through my veins as I card my fingers through his thick hair and tug on those unruly locks.
Teeth clashed, tongues tangled, moans filled the emptiness of his bedroom, lips swelling from the bruising the other's lips caused. It's absolutely filthy. Carnal desires barely restrained seeps through our movements. Heat resonated from our bodies onto one another like a furnace fueled by the other's kisses. His calloused hands skimmed around the skin of my hips; rough and desperate under the force of his grip. He curved his fingers around the fabric of the dress-- both palms rested on my ass, handfuls of flesh in his tight grip. He squeezed, eliciting a moan from me that he easily caught into his mouth. His tongue plunged into my mouth, teeth teasing and unyielding as he bit at my bottom lip.
