Chapter 47: Finally Mine

TERESA.

I looked into his eyes and although I knew the answer to that question, the anticipation of what was to come disconnected me. Every pore of my body screamed his name, etched so deep within me. I didn’t care what others thought.

The present moment was all that mattered, and I was ready to face what was to happen here and now. I approached slightly and touched his lips with trembling fingers.

That aroused him even more, and in a jerk, he threw me on my back. He was above me, looking at me intensely, feeling every single strengthened place in his body.

I was allowing this to happen because I wanted to, but most of all because I desired him. And before he unleashed his hunger, he descended to my neck, pulling out his fangs, tracing shivers in its length.

All my being quivered under his breath, letting him discover me slowly at his pace. Although I was almost begging, he would take his time. But by the time he slipped his hand down between my thighs, tingling his fingers so close to my femininity, I snapped and pushed him away.

No one had ever touched me this way, and I was afraid. Afraid of the unknown, terrified of having my heart broken.

But Sebastian interpreted that differently. Maybe he thought it had to do with what he had told me earlier. Not nearly. I wanted him with all my might and above me.

I wanted to feel him move inside me in devilish rhythms and fulfill my darkest sinful fantasies as I knew he would. But my heart was stopping me. It was too damn broken from the past, and now it was not yet whole.

Just as he thought he understood my desire, he looked into my eyes. He took my hands in his and carefully caressed them to comfort me.

“I get the message, don’t worry. You are far too important to me to just play with you like this,” he said, trying to get on his feet and leave the room.

But a frozen chill got over me, as I felt like I was losing him. I wanted this man so much and I could not believe I was letting a tragedy from my past dictate my feelings.

Well, not anymore. I grabbed Bash’s arm just when he stood up, leaning on him and turning him to face me. Without thinking it twice I hungrily took his mouth, not stopping until the shock would pass and he would respond to me.

Well, that happened quickly. Like a turn-on. He twirled me around, throwing me on the bed, immobilizing my hands above my head. In this position, I could not move an inch. He trapped me between the soft satin sheets and his hard body pulsing from everywhere.

The physical pain in my body had nothing to do with the fact that he was on top of me with all his weight, but with the mental torture he subjected me to every second.

Leaving no inch unexplored, his naughty hands were everywhere. He was still avoiding my most precious, already wet place by intentionally increasing the tension. I was ready for him.

He was so gorgeous. His muscles twitched with each kiss. I could rest my eyes on that perfectly sculpted chest, this blissful sight that was driving me insane with pleasure.

Taking his precious time, sending me to realms I had never been before, he took off my nightgown, exposing me entirely. I shivered when his hungry mouth started traveling up and down my body, drawing imaginary circles with his tongue and raising me to the peak of my guilty pleasure.

I was arching so dangerously close to his mouth, giving myself to his thirst. Underneath my gown, I was naked, which excited him even more.

Cupping my breasts with his palms, he kneaded them lightly until he heard my first moan and then let his tongue do the rest. My God, this was getting hot! I could feel him pulling lightly over my hard nipples, sucking them. In the moonlight, I saw his fangs, lightly scratching the fine skin around my breasts. My moans had turned into a name.

“Oh, Sebastian!”

Upon hearing this, he unleashed a fierce growl on my ear, whispering.

“Scream my name, baby!” he moaned in his hoarse tone, strangled by the pleasure of tasting me.

I obeyed him and said it once more, this time grabbing his bulge, pulling him closer. He flinched, daring and staring into my eyes. “Not so fast, little one!” and gently took my hand from there, pulling me after him, reaching in the sitting position with my legs wrapped around his waist.

His rough jeans grazed against my delicate skin, sending electric sensations throughout my body. If he continued like this, I definitely would hit the climax only on his mere touch. Or was this his plan, throwing me to the edge of insanity?

Leaning slightly forward so that my breasts got exposed under the hungry gaze of this wolf, I felt each kiss burning my skin exactly where his lips came into contact.

His powerful arms wrapped around me, and I surrendered to the wave of pleasure that washed over me. But then he brought me under his eyes, bright red predator eyes, penetrating deep into my soul, lowering his hand slightly between my thighs once more. I froze when I felt him play with the fire again, only this time he was looking at me.

“Please be gentle, Bash!” I whispered, stopping his hand from its delight journey.

And that was when his face softened, first surprised then with the same thirst and with a grin on it that was ravishing me.

“Leave yourself to me, my Teresa. Don’t be afraid and let me love you as you deserve! I will not hurt you; I promise!” he added, smiling genuinely, going deep into my heart, a place where he found himself.

Releasing his hand from my grip, he caressed my cheek and placed a kiss on my forehead as a sign of gratitude for keeping myself pure for him. And that was the last orthodox thing he did.

From there, his fingers slide into my warm, soft place, stroking and pressing, causing sweet chills from the inside. He knew exactly what to do to give me fulfillment, saving the best for last.

Driven as if by a mad desire, I got up a little, causing him to go deeper, clinging to his neck. “My little insatiable Teresa!” he whispered hoarsely in my ear, withdrawing his finger so as not to do too much damage inside.

He created so much ecstasy that when I closed my eyes, I felt an outpouring of passion coming from his rough hands, rubbing and stroking my dream spot, culminating in rivers of craving for this perfect demon.

He arched on me, sinking his sharp fangs into my soft skin. I shuddered, millions of shivers passing through my body. “Don’t be afraid. I will not hurt you!” he moaned, plunging deeper into my depths.

I enjoyed with every pore of his skillful hands and mouth. He was worshiping my body, crashing every bashful barrier that I thought I had until these divine experiences... or demonic?

But then he placed me gently on my back, admiring, longing. He placed a soft kiss on my lips, spreading my legs to receive him. All these came so naturally.

The feeling of his weight being crushed under him was something I savored all this time. My breathing stopped when I felt his thick, hardened pleasure ready to plunge inside me.

His wolf came on the surface, as he allowed it to do so. He raised his head, kissing me with such passion that when he slipped into me, I broke into thousands of pieces.

But I let myself be carried away by the balance of love. His perfect movements filled me, bringing me to ecstasy, moaning his name in his ear, strengthening him even more.

Then he seemed to lose control, but in fact he was increasing the speed, creating little fireworks all over my body, panting and craving for the next level.

Suddenly, his blissful being was turning into that same demon that was driving me crazy, in this frenzy of lust between us. It did not scare me; I was actually waiting for this to happen. “Sweet Teresa, I can not keep him any longer!” he shouted, his eyes turning lava red and his body twisting dangerously.

“Then don’t!” I said, and he went mad with rapture.

His fangs came out completely, his muscular torso covered in his white sparkling fur and God, oh my God… he exploded inside me with his pulsing giant sex, giving me devilish vibes.

Ones that I never thought were even possible. Gasping and grabbing his fur back, yelping for more, begging him not to stop until spasms of pleasure dominated my every move.

Then everything intensified until I felt him close to the climax when I knew he would keep his word and mark me. How did I know that? I just knew! “Do it, Bash! Yes, do it!”

So, he sank his fangs not so deep in the hollow of my neck but enough to propel me to those craving peaks, all mixed with my own thrilling release.

Now I was his FOREVER!