Elena’s POV
Marcus pressed back against the cool wall, his eyes searching mine for a mont before his lips found the sensitive curve of my jaw. His mouth traced a heated path down to the hollow of my neck, sending shivers through my entire body.
His strong hand found my thigh, lifting it to wrap around his waist. In one fluid motion, he hoisted up, my other leg instinctively curling around him as he carried toward the bedroom with purposeful strides.
He lowered onto the bed with surprising gentleness, bracing himself on his forearms so his full weight wouldn’t crush . When his lips claid mine again, it felt like lightning coursing through my veins. Every caress, every brush of his skin against mine made feel more vibrant than I ever had before.
He pulled back and rose to his knees, his hands finding the hem of my shirt. He drew it up and over my head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside without breaking eye contact.
Leaning down to capture my mouth again, he managed to pull his own shirt off with one hand, the fabric joining mine on the floor. The intoxicating scent of desire began to perate the air between us, and I heard a deep, primal sound rumble from his chest.
His fingers worked to unhook my bra, and he sat back on his heels, drinking in the sight of . His hands moved to the waistband of my pants, sliding them down my legs before discarding them beside the bed.
Marcus’s mouth returned to my neck, trailing hot kisses downward until he reached my breast. He took it into his mouth, his tongue working in ways that drew soft sounds from my lips. The gentle scrape of his teeth against my sensitive peak sent waves of sensation straight to my core.
He continued his descent, pressing kisses along my stomach until he reached my thighs. Lifting them, he lavished attention on the tender skin there, working his way slowly toward my most intimate place.
His hands pressed against my thighs, spreading them wider. I felt his warm breath against before his tongue traced between my folds, then drew my sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth.
My inner walls contracted around his exploring tongue, causing another deep growl that vibrated through completely. His hands slid up my thighs, lifting my legs until they rested across his broad shoulders.
He delved deeper with his tongue, making cry out as my hips began moving against his mouth instinctively. While his mouth continued its devoted attention, I felt his finger begin to trace along my slick folds. I gasped when he slowly pushed one digit inside , then carefully added a second.
He began a steady rhythm, stretching gradually while building the delicious friction that was making lose all sense of control. When he added a third finger, another moan escaped . I shifted slightly under the new sensation, the unfamiliar stretch both thrilling and overwhelming.
His mouth worked more insistently at my center while he withdrew his fingers completely before pushing them back in deeply. I could feel how ready I was for him, how easily he could move within now.
Heat blood through my entire body, butterflies dancing wildly in my stomach. I was completely undone, a symphony of sounds falling from my lips as tension coiled tighter in my core and my legs began to tremble.
My fingers threaded through his hair, my hips still moving against him when I felt myself tumble over the edge. He drew out every drop of my pleasure while I rode the waves of my climax, my walls pulsing around his fingers. He kissed his way back up my body until he reached my lips, and I could taste myself on his mouth.
I reached down and worked at the front of his jeans, my fingers fumbling with the button and zipper. He helped push them down, kicking them off to join our other clothes.
The rumors about werewolves were apparently true, and seeing the evidence for myself was both exciting and intimidating. Despite how much I wanted Marcus in this mont, that particular aspect of him made genuinely nervous.
He positioned himself between my legs, adjusting himself at my entrance with careful precision.
"Elena, you need to tell if this becos too much for you," he said, his voice rough with restraint. I nodded my understanding.
He kissed deeply as I felt him begin to enter slowly. My body’s natural response was to pull away from the unfamiliar intrusion, but I kept my arms around his neck, my mouth moving against his.
"There will be so discomfort initially, but tell if you need to stop," he murmured against my lips.
"I don’t want you to stop," I breathed.
He continued his careful advance, withdrawing slightly before pressing forward again, each ti going a little deeper than before. When he was finally seated completely within , he stayed still, supporting his weight on his arms while I adjusted to the overwhelming fullness.
"Are you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.
"Yes," I managed.
He began to move then, creating a rhythm that gradually transford discomfort into sothing far more pleasant. Soon I was matching his movents, and he buried his face in the curve of my neck.
"Just like that, baby. Keep moving with ," he encouraged.
His pace increased steadily. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he leaned down to lavish attention on my breast again. I gripped the sheets tightly as he moved faster, building that exquisite friction once more. The familiar flutter in my stomach returned, followed by delicious chills racing across my skin.
In one smooth motion, Marcus rolled us over so I was straddling him. He pulled us back against the headboard, sitting up so our bodies pressed together intimately. His hands guided my hips until I found my own rhythm, though he kept his grip steady on my waist.
Another wave of sensation crashed over as I pulled his body closer to mine, my second climax washing through completely. A few more movents and Marcus found his own release, spilling himself deep within .
I remained there for several monts, allowing my body to settle before moving to lie beside him. To my surprise, he imdiately drew close, his arm circling my waist protectively. He reached for a blanket from the nearby chair, covering us both.
"Are you alright?" he asked softly.
"Better than alright," I replied, and he pressed a gentle kiss to my shoulder.
I nestled closer to him, and his embrace tightened around securely.
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