"Ash," he breathed, "We're getting dangerous here."
"No head?"
Something red flashed through his eyes, as the corners of his mouth tugged into a smile. "You're going to give me head, whether you like it or not. I meant that we can't turn back after...
Wow I've dragged posting this chapter for way too long and I'm sorry but things just weren't quite adding up and it just didn't feel right. But I think I've got it now! :) Enjoy!
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"You know, I've waited for what feels like a thousand years for this moment." His tone was dark and low, while I shivered under his touch.
His fingers traveled to my breasts under my shirt to fondle them thoroughly, while placing a trail of kisses from the top of my ear down to my neck. Mine wandered through his soft hair, relaxing my legs.
"Cheesy," I panted, burying my fingers in his sleeve. He let out a short laugh, which caused flutters in my lower belly- to make me want to have him inside of me already even more.
He lifted me from his lap and lay me down in between the sheets, impatiently slamming his lips on mine. His hand slipped under my arched back and gripped my butt, making me release a restrained moan in his mouth.
Before I knew it, our bodies were completely entangled, yearning for more contact. My hand raked through his hair before clutching his shirt in a fist, my lips trembling against his, letting his tongue in. My quick breathing filled the space as the only sound besides the rustling of clothing, cancelling out everything that may or may not be happening outside. That all didn't matter no more.
He got up to relieve himself of his shirt. I watched him, wide-eyed, as my hands moved over my own, unsure of whether I should just take it off or not. He made for such a crazy good picture, hovering above me, his abs slowly revealing themselves and his chiseled body coming out in full glory. Muscles packed on muscles. If I didn't know he was a shifter, I'd accuse him of using steroids.
"Hey, Kye," I whispered, shoving the fabric of my shirt up over my bra, "Go easy on me, yeah?"
His dark eyes devoured me whole, as his tongue raked over his sharp teeth. "No promises."
I rolled my eyes, but his thoughts told me it was going to be fine. There was an incredible surging lust coming from him at the sight of me, and I knew he was holding everything inside of him back to not jump me already and not care about the fact that I was way tinier than him.
He gripped my waist and dragged my legs open, coming down on me, kissing me again. One of my legs he laid over his back, so my panties were out in the open, my shirt ridden up to reveal almost my entire body. I knew I looked pathetic, so blatantly blushing and intimidated, but he thought I looked delicious.
My hand traveled over his stomach and slipped into his sweatpants to get a hold of my package, my teeth grazing over his tongue. He liked that, a lot. He released my lips to suck on the skin above my breasts, his fingers pinching my sides, making me squirm, before dragging down my panties.
I shuddered, both my hands in his hair now, letting out muffled moans as he pushed my bra over my breasts to enclose his lips around my hardened nipples. He slid two fingers into me, without warning, as his thumb pressed against the sensitive bud, receiving a scratch over his arm from me. But he wasn't done yet. Before I could stop him, he forced in a third finger, stretching me even further.
