My heart raced as his possessive words hung in the air, stirring a mix of anticipation and desire within me. Fueled by an irresistible urge, I tightened my grip on his tunic, pulling him closer to my trembling body. Our lips collided in a fervent kiss, an urgent expression of our shared longing.
A primal growl reverberated from deep within him as he pressed me down onto the bed with increasing intensity. Eager to explore every inch of me, his hand ventured beneath the fabric of my robes, gliding up from my ankle, leaving a trail of electrifying sensations in its wake. The gentle brush of his claws against my supple skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, causing me to arch my back and press myself against him, my hardened nipples straining against the constraining fabric.
In response to his fervor, my body instinctively froze, consumed by a throbbing ache that intensified between my legs. The urgency in his movements made me squirm beneath him, yearning to reciprocate his passionate advances. Yet, his commanding grip on my hips prevented me from surrendering to my impulses, compelling me to remain still.
Our lips momentarily parted, leaving me breathless and craving more. He wasted no time, fiercely reclaiming my mouth with a hunger that consumed us both. His tongue danced with mine, entwining in a sensuous dance that left me gasping for air. The scorching heat that radiated between us ignited an inferno within me, intensifying the pulsating throb that emanated from my core.
Driven by a primal need, my hands urgently roamed his back, desperately attempting to draw him closer. I longed to grind my hips against his, seeking gratification for the fire that raged within me. But his low growl served as a warning, a testament to his unyielding control. Reluctantly, I relented, my body trembling with unfulfilled desire.
Undeterred, I instinctively wrapped my legs around him, a silent plea for more. However, his lips trailed down my neck, planting a trail of fiery kisses along my sensitive flesh. Each tender touch sent jolts of pleasure coursing through me, causing me to gasp and writhe beneath him. The intimate connection between us intensified, leaving me yearning for the sweet release that awaited me.
"I shouldn't!" he growled, his grip on me tightening as he forcefully pulled me upward. His clawed hand dug into my back, sending tingles of both pain and pleasure shooting through me. In an instant, he tore the fabric of my clothes, a primal moan escaping my lips at the sensation that ripped through me.
He stares, his gaze darkening with desire and he watches as some of the fabric falls from my body gathering around my waist, the other torn part hardly covering my chest, he touches my shoulder caressing it reverently, his lips apart as his breath
"You should stop me," he gasped, his grip on my neck firm as he planted a fierce kiss on my shoulder. But now, I found myself positioned above him, fueled by a sense of vengeance. I bit down on his flesh again, my hands curling into his tunic, desperately craving the sensation of his hot skin against mine. With frantic and fumbling hands, I reached for his tunic, my desire growing more insatiable by the second.
"Rose," he uttered, his voice laced with a mix of desire and hesitation.
"Please," I begged, my breath heavy and labored. The fire between us had become too intense for my body to bear without some form of relief. I met his gaze with unwavering determination, my body aching for his touch. I moved against him, seeking an outlet for the overwhelming desire that consumed us both. He groaned, his hand finding its way to my hip, his eyes now darkened with unrestrained longing.
"You believe it's wrong to touch me because I don't remember something, but I want you. I want you to lose control, just as my body craves," I whispered, my fingers entwining in his hair. His eyes held a mixture of adoration and reverence as he looked at me.
"I want to touch you, I want to feel you," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. With a tender touch, I traced the hem of his tunic, aching to explore the depths of his desire.
"Tell me how I can give you pleasure," I pleaded, my voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination.
"Rose, if you touch me, I don't know what I would do," he confessed, his voice laden with a mixture of longing and caution.
"Nothing I wouldn't want," I replied, my voice laced with desire and unwavering determination.
"Rose," he pleaded, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
"I will stop you. I will remind you how far," I assured him.
"You will stop me if it becomes too much for you?"
"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I leaned in
closer, closing the distance between our lips.
He pulled me down, surprising me with his strength, and together we rid him of his tunic and trousers. With gentle hands, he removed the remaining shreds of clothing from my body. His touch transformed from claws to human hands, caressing my shoulder and tracing down to my breasts. I sighed, surrendering myself to his embrace. He guided my hand to his shoulder, and I followed his lead, exploring his broad chest and muscular torso. His skin was surprisingly soft in some areas and rough in others. I kissed his shoulder, and a moan escaped his lips.
Moving downward, I planted kisses on his chest, then ventured to his back, eliciting a growl from deep within him. His hands transformed into claws once more, tearing at the mattress instead of gripping my hips. Continuing my exploration, I kissed my way from his chest to his toned stomach, finding a particularly sensitive spot that made him moan. A strange urge to bite him there arose within me, so I gently grazed it with my teeth, causing a deep growl of pleasure to resonate through him. In an instant, I found myself on my back beneath him, his lips crashing onto mine. He grabbed my hand and guided it down to...
I gasped, feeling a mixture of anticipation and surprise at the sensation. He taught me how to touch him, and his moans served as a guide. As he released my lips, burying his face in my neck, I followed his lead, squeezing and caressing him with my nails in the most sensitive areas, provoking pleasurable groans from him. His hands began to roam, exploring my body, while I stroked him, trying to elicit more pleasurable sounds. Suddenly, one of his pleasurable grunts turned into a moan, then a growl as he bit my shoulder once again. His body tensed, and he thrust savagely against my hand, losing all control. I watched in wonder as his muscles contracted in pleasure, and he threw his head back, reaching his release. As he looked down at me, his gaze was mesmerizing. He kissed me, and I became aware of how my body moved in sync with his, how slick I was with desire. His hand touched me, and I moaned in response, throwing my head back.
His fingers glided across my most intimate parts, and I held onto his shoulder desperately. The foreign invasion left me speechless, providing both relief and an overwhelming sensation that nearly consumed me. I thrashed and squirmed as he expertly stimulated me, my mouth agape in silent moans, finding it increasingly difficult to hold back my desire to thrust against his hand.
"Yes, love," he murmured.
"Xen," I moaned, and he kissed me, our tongues engaging in a passionate battle that sent waves of pleasure straight to my core. His other hand cupped my breast, squeezing and teasing my nipple, causing me to gasp as his hand pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs, intensifying the ache within me. I felt my muscles clenching as he continued to explore the depths of my being, the heat and pleasure overwhelming me.
"Xen, please," I choked out, unable to fully articulate the intimacy I felt, the way our bodies were intimately connected with no barriers between us. He released my lips, and I gasped for air. His kisses trailed down from my collarbone to my breasts, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. I arched my back, unable to control the surge of pleasure coursing through my veins. Simultaneously, his fingers found a particular spot inside me and curled, pushing me over the edge.
Silently, I moaned as waves of pleasure washed over me.