Wolfish Lust Under the Full Moon Part: 3
Wolfish Lust Under the Full Moon Part: 3
“Kiara,” he whispered, tracing a line down her spine with his finger. “You are everything to me.”
She turned to face him, her eyes filled with wonder and affection. “Who are you?” she asked softly.
“My name is Aric,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “And I have waited centuries for someone like you.”
Aric’s hands, warm and calloused from years of transformation and survival, moved with a practiced ease over Kiara’s body. His fingers traced the delicate curve of her waist, then slid upwards to cup her breasts, thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples. Kiara’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in sync with the rhythmic pulse of the night. The moonlight filtered through the white curtains, casting a silver glow on their entwined forms.
“Aric,” she whispered, her voice a soft plea for more, for understanding, for everything he could give her.
He responded by lowering his head, his lips capturing one nipple, suckling gently at first before increasing the pressure, teeth grazing the sensitive tip. Kiara arched into him, her hands tangled in his dark hair, guiding him, urging him deeper into their shared pleasure. The scent of fresh mountain air mingled with the earthy musk of their bodies, creating a heady aroma that made her dizzy with desire.
Aric’s hand trailed down, skimming over her belly to dip between her legs. He found her wet and ready, his fingers sliding easily inside her as he continued to tease her nipple with his mouth. Kiara moaned, the sound escaping her lips as a mixture of pleasure and surrender. His fingers moved in rhythm with his tongue, building a symphony of sensation that threatened to shatter her control.
“Please,” she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand, desperate for release.
Aric pulled away, his eyes glowing with wolfish intensity as he positioned himself between her thighs. He lined his cock up with her entrance, pausing for a moment to savor the sight of her spread open for him, the glistening proof of her need evident on her folds. With one swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, both of them shuddering at the force of their connection.
“Oh god,” Kiara cried out, her nails digging into his back as he began to move, slow and steady at first, then picking up speed as the tension built between them.
His pace grew relentless, each thrust hitting just the right spot, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm coiling tight within her, begging for release, but Aric was determined to draw it out, to make it last. His hands gripped her hips, holding her still as he pounded into her, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the quiet night.
Kiara’s vision blurred with tears of ecstasy, her mind adrift in a sea of sensation. She could feel Aric’s muscles tensing, his own climax approaching, and she knew they were close. With a final, desperate cry, she shattered, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her as she rode out her orgasm. Aric followed her, his roar of release mingling with her cries as he spilled himself inside her, his body trembling with the force of his release.
They lay there, entwined and panting, the world around them fading away until it was just the two of them, their hearts beating as one. Aric’s hands never left her body, stroking her gently, soothing the places where his passion had marked her.
“Kiara,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, “I have been waiting for you, searching for you, for so long.”
She turned her head to look at him, her eyes wide with surprise and curiosity. “What do you mean?”
Aric hesitated, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. “There is much you do not know, much I must tell you. But not now. Now, we celebrate our union, our connection.”
With that, he rolled them over, positioning her on top of him. Kiara straddled him, her hands on his chest for balance as she slowly lowered herself onto his still-hard cock. The sensation was exquisite, the stretch and slide of his flesh within hers sending jolts of pleasure through her. She began to move, undulating her hips in a dance as old as time, her body responding instinctively to the demands of her desires.
Aric’s hands grabbed her waist, guiding her movements, his eyes locked on hers as she rode him. The moon above seemed to grow brighter, its light bathing them in an ethereal glow. The world around them faded, leaving only the two of them and the primal urges that drove them.
Kiara leaned forward, her lips brushing against his as she continued to move. “Faster,” she begged, her voice hoarse with need. “Please, Aric, faster.”
He complied, thrusting up into her with renewed vigor, their bodies merging into one unit of movement, of desire. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound blending with their grunts and moans as they chased the elusive peak of pleasure.
Aric’s hands slipped around to cup her ass, squeezing the firm flesh as he helped her rise and fall on his cock. Kiara’s senses were overloaded, every nerve ending sparking with electric sensation. She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock, the roughness of his hands on her skin. Her own body ached with the need to come, to lose herself in the flood of sensation that was building within her.
“Now,” Aric growled, his voice raw with urgency. “Come for me, Kiara. Now.”
That was all it took. With a scream of release, Kiara shattered once more, her body convulsing around Aric’s cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He followed her, his own climax ripping through him as he filled her with his seed, his hands gripping her tightly as they both trembled with the force of their release.
They collapsed together, gasping for breath, their bodies slick with sweat and exertion. Aric’s hands continued to roam over her, soothing, reassuring, even as he spoke.
“Kiara,” he murmured, his voice tender, “we are bound, you and I. Forever.”
