Chapter 51 51
Third Person POV
"What are you doing?" Hazel asked a bit panicked but thrilled; she had never expected Draven to be so upfront and direct; she had been fantasising about this happening for days, but now that it's finally here, she couldn't help but shudder in anxiety.
"What does it look like?" He asked back as his hands gently brought down the garment from her shoulders; he kept his eyes locked into hers, not looking anywhere else.
Hazel stood frozen, waiting in anticipation for the next thing to happen. She wasn't sure what it would be or how it would happen, but her excitement shut through the room.
The hairs on her body stood upright, good bumps protruding from every part of her skin. Every touch made to her skin was sensitive, stirring something deep within her, within her legs.
Her garment fell to the ground, exposing a firm pair of breasts with nipples as hard as stone. Draven brushed against her nipples, slightly sending shocks down her spine.
She forced herself to hold her breath, not wanting to give out much of a reaction, but Draven slightly held her left nipple. He tugged in it gently, and ripples rocked her body in ways she couldn't understand.
She stood on the tips of her toes, unknown to her; she was closer to Draven or he had bent down, but that didn't matter; she wanted him and he wanted her badly; he held her by the throat with the other hand never leaving her nipples.
He kissed her intensely, not the shallow kiss that Draven had started with but something much deeper; she felt it within her as he left her sore nipples and grabbed her waist in desperation.
He held her closer to his body but also against the wall in a way Hazel couldn't move but didn't want to either. She sung her arms over his head, locking her lips to his.
She gently kissed him; deeper and more intense they became, their tongues rolling about, playing a game of tag as each other felt at themselves. She butted his upper lip ever so gently, dragging them slowly within both her teeth before letting go.
Draven looked at her as he pulled away; without so much as a warning, he ripped his clothes off his body. Unbothered by the state of his clothes, he stood stark naked in front of Hazel; her eyes followed his body as though in a trance.
He gazed at his intense eyes and how they looked at her, ravaging every part of her body; it made her feel needed and desired; her hands planted themselves in his chests, hairy but wide and well toned, comfortable to the touch.
She traced the outline of his nipples while he watched her with hungry eyes. Her eyes gently went down to the member between his legs; her eyes widened slightly at the size of his member.
It was certainly more than she could handle, but she wouldn't let that stop her; she just pushed at Draven, making him take a step back while her hands reached out for his member.
It felt thick and veiny to the touch; she could feel the incredible pulse from it, gently bobbing itself up and down; she got on her knees slowly and looked up at Draven.
His eyes never left hers all the way; she carried his member and slowly slid it into her mouth; she could feel the salty taste at first before she began bobbing her head gently while stroking him.
She heard the soft moans escaping his lips as she devoured him while in her mouth. She increased her pace, making sure to suck him off properly.
His hands gently reached her hair, pulling a chunk of it as he forced a bit more of his length further down her throat. She accepted it all, taking him all in as she kept on stroking him.
His moans were getting louder and more intense, he grunted, and he forced another inch down her throat. She forced down her gag reflex and kept on at it.
She looked at him from below where she was and saw his lips handing loose as he gazed up at the ceiling. She smiled to herself, increasing her pace even more. The faster she went, the more forceful Draven became until he pulled away from her.
He looked down at her with such intensity it made her drip to the floor where she kneeled. Draven gently carried her up with ease and pinned her once again against the wall, but this time both her legs were locked around his waist.
He bent down and sucked at her already hard nipples, making her back arch with intense pleasure. Her lips parted slightly as he sucked on one nipple and played with the other with his fingers.
Slowly, she felt his member rise between her lips; it was still dripping wet from her saliva, but more than that, she felt herself loosen up and wetter than she had ever been in her life.
Draven carefully adjusted her on the wall. He placed his member between her legs, just at the entrance of her flower. He caressed it a bit with the tip of his member and felt her legs shake.
He smiled to himself as she gently placed it at the entrance. Slowly and ever so carefully, he gently slid himself in and out, earning soft moans from her lips.
He kissed her lips once more, not letting go as he slid even further into her. She moaned instantly as her fingers clawed his broad shoulders, looking for something to hold on to too.
He forced himself even deeper; she was tight. Incredibly tight, he could feel the pulsations from her flower as he guided himself in. Her legs began to shake as they hung from his waist.
"Please, slower," she moaned with her eyes looking up, not at anything; he doubted she saw him in front of her.
"Ssshhhh," Draven whispered back into her ear gently. He took her up from the wall and guided her to the bed; he never took his member out of her, waiting for her to loosen a bit before he could fuck her silly.
He placed her gently on the bed and put a pillow under her waist. She looked at him with pleading eyes, her breathing heavy and sharp, her breasts spilt to both sides of her chest.
Her hands glided up his chest gently until they reached his nipples, and she gently picked at one, making Draven move his waist involuntarily.
"Careful," he said slyly. "Make me," she whispered back to him. Draven held both her hands and kicked them within his; slowly and gently, he began moving his waist, stroking deeper and deeper into her.
He tried his best to hold his grunts inside, but his desires betrayed him greatly. Hazel could do nothing but receive the onslaught from Draven; she felt her back ache in pleasure while he fucked her.
Her mouth hung loose in pleasure, unable to form words except the moans that escaped her lips; her chest heaved up and down as she tried controlling her breathing, but it was all pointless.
Draven increased his pace even more and fucked her till her eyes rolled back in ecstacy. He watched as she completely gave herself to him, moaning ceaselessly as she took deep breaths.
The whites on her eyes where the only thing he could see when he looked at them, and her back arched like a slope upwards as he fucked her with such intense promiscuity that he hadn't known
His desires set something ablaze with him—something deep and feral, something that was only supposed to be out in the full moon. He tried his best to hold it back in, but it came out with such force.
He couldn't stop fucking Hazel, but he also didn't want this moment to end, just because he couldn't control his inner wolf. He struggled against his desires and his conviction, grin apart between the two.
He could feel the cracked spaces within himself; he was close to making himself whole again with Hazel; he could feel it, but the curse persisted, daring to rip away his freedom and pleasure.
Hazel, unaware of the conflict happening with Draven, noticed his change in countenance; she was confused as to why he had suddenly become more rough and violent.
Then she remembered the words of Sara, realisation washing through her; she didn't know what she could do to help him. She felt a certain surge of power coming from within him; it resonated with her.
She had never felt it before; it surged from within her in an effort to reach out to Draven. She grabbed him, clinging as tightly as his arms could let her, while Draven rammed into her with everything in him.
Slowly but surely, with her toes curling, she felt the apex of pleasure; her legs shook violently as she lost the ability to breathe; she felt something leave her into Draven, and she felt very weak as she fell to the bed, trying to breathe as much as possible.