CHAPTER 64
ANNA’S POV
That night, I felt someone sucking on my nipples, as if he’d been waiting all day to do it, and I could hear him groaning softly against as my chest rose and fell. My nightdress had been pushed up completely, and one of my boobs was explicitly exposed, with Ryan’s mouth latched onto it, while his hand was squeezing the other one, his fingers toying with my nipple like it was some kind of stress ball and he was trying to take out all his pent–up frustration on it.
I was in his room.
After our bath, he’d begged me to stay. He said he just wanted to cuddle. He swore he wouldn’t touch me. I believed him. I wore the nightdress he picked out, even though I wanted to wear a full shirt and trousers pyjamas set, something that would’ve kept him from going crazy. Because now…
His hand was already in my panties, his fingers sliding over my clit so fast I couldn’t even catch my breath, his voice groaning low into the darkness like he was losing his mind. “Baby… baby… are you awake?” he whispered, his voice so shaky, desperate. “Fuck, baby… I’m fucking dying here. This is torture. Respond to me… please… I can’t take it.”
I wanted to pretend to be asleep, but as his fingers rubbed even faster–moving in tight circles that had my hips jerking and my thighs trembling–I couldn’t keep quiet anymore.
“Ryan… mhmm… yesss… faster… just like that… don’t stop,” I moaned, my voice betraying me as I arched into his touch, completely unable to hold still any longer.
He froze for a split second, as if my voice alone shattered whatever restraaint he had left, and then he growled, deep and low, his eyes locking with mine. “Look at me,” he ordered, his voice thick with emotion.
I tried to close my eyes, but he gripped my chin with his free hand, forcing me to look at him.
“Keep them open,” he whispered, and the look on his face… God, I’d never seen that look before. It was hunger, heat, frustration, love, and lust all twisted into one overwhelming stare. It made my breath catch in my throat. He grabbed my jaw with his free hand, brought my face to his, and kissed me like he was trying to swallow my soul. It was messy, hot, our tongues colliding, his hand never slowing down between my legs, even speeding up as if his werewolf side was taking over, giving him that kind of speed
no human man could even try to match.
“Fuckfuckfuck, Ryan! I–ahh–I can’t-“I moaned against his lips as my legs started trembling.
“Come for me,” he whispered, “come on my fingers, anna. Show me how much you love it when I touch you like this.”
And I did.
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I exploded.
+15 BONUS
My whole body went tight, back arching off the bed as my pussy clenched around his fingers, soaking them, wet sounds echoing in the dark as he groaned and kept fingering me through the orgasm.
He pulled his fingers out and licked them like he was tasting honey.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he murmured, then pushed my thighs wide open, his face diving between them as if he’d waited his whole life for this.
His tongue slid over my folds, lapping up everything, slow at first, then fast, then slow again, quite effectively dragging moans out of me that I didn’t even know I had in me.
“Ryan… oh fuck… that’s–oh my God–right that’s it–keep going, please don’t stop-”
But he wasn’t stopping.
His tongue started thrusting into me, fast, deeper, so wet, so filthy, making obscene noises as he ate me out like a fucking animal. I was gripping the sheets, screaming into the air, my legs shaking so hard I thought I’d break.
“Scream for me, baby,” he growled between licks, “I want them to know whose pussy this is. Scream my fucking name.”
“RYAN! OH FUCK, RYAN! YESSS-!” I sobbed, my whole body jerking as another orgasm slammed through me, harder than the first, my release pouring all over his face, and he didn’t care.
He groaned against my pussy as if he loved it, as if he wanted to drown in it.
“You’re mine,” he muttered, licking me clean again, “mine forever, baby.”
Before I could catch my breath, he positioned himself against my entrance, and then slid his hard, thick,
throbbing cock inside me….
