147 Straight-A Student....

147 Straight-A Student....
Twisting in his arms, I meet his burning, desire-filled eyes—his pupils widening as I begin to lower myself down, inch by inch, until I sink to my knees before him. With bold confidence, I take his length into my mouth.
“Tanya…” My wolf’s voice cracks with shock and a husky awe, as if he can’t quite believe what is happening.
I begin to work eagerly with both my mouth and hand along his hard length, never breaking eye contact. There’s not a hint of disgust in me—on the contrary, I feel myself growing even more aroused with every passing second, savoring the taste of him, losing myself in the act.
Zavir growls low in his chest, unable to resist any longer, and starts thrusting into my mouth, cursing softly under his breath. From this angle, he looks even more irresistible, impossibly tempting. His sculpted abs ripple with every movement, his broad, powerful chest rises and falls, and that beloved, breathtakingly handsome face—framed by damp, tousled strands of light brown hair—makes my wolf look more devastatingly sexy than ever.
Unable to take it anymore, he yanks me up into his arms, crushing his lips to mine. We kiss wildly, hungrily—dirty and unrestrained, deep and fiery.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I jump up and lock my legs tightly around him. His gaze never leaves me, burning straight into my soul. Supporting me firmly by my hips with one hand, Zavir guides his throbbing length with the other, pressing it against the entrance of my aching, ready core.
The long-awaited feeling of being completely filled surges through me, making my eyes roll back as a moan rips from my lips. With the first thrust, there’s a faint sting deep inside, but with the next ones, the pain vanishes completely. I love him so much, want him so desperately, that I start bouncing on him myself, kissing him deeply, hungrily.
“Tanya, my girl! Gods, I love you so much,” my beloved whispers between thrusts, showering my lips, cheeks, and neck with kisses, even as he drives me down harder onto him, his pace quickening.
But I need more. Faster, harder. So I lean closer to my wolf and bite into his neck with all my strength, breaking the skin until I taste blood. His low, guttural groan of pleasure makes my body shiver, and suddenly, his pace grows wild, almost feral.
Moments later, I can’t hold back anymore—my body shatters around him in a storm of ecstasy, clenching tightly around his length. At the same time, I feel his sharp fangs sink into my skin and the hot rush of his release flooding into me, filling me to the very last drop.
We remain like that for a while, staring into each other’s eyes as if into the very soul, our heavy breaths falling in perfect unison. He’s still inside me, and I can’t deny how much I love the feeling.
Slowly, we sink down onto the soft grass without changing our position, so I end up straddling him like a rider. Zavir starts moving again, picking up a new rhythm, and I can’t help but wonder—will I ever truly get enough of him? Every nerve, every cell of my body hums with renewed desire.
The lewd sounds of our bodies—wet slaps from our mingled arousal, seed, and even a trace of blood—make everything feel even more sinful, even more intoxicating.
“You’re incredible,” my man whispers, gazing at me as if I’m something precious beyond words. His eyes hold so many emotions, it feels like an entire universe in them. “You’ve roused the beast in me, love. Now… be ready for the consequences.”
With a wickedly sensual smirk, my beloved wolf carried me higher and higher, into endless waves of pleasure, for a long time on that secluded forest clearing.
Later, we discovered there truly were consequences. But I couldn’t be happier—because it meant I would finally have what I always longed for… a complete, happy family of my own.