My knees go weak. I start to shake all over. My cock surges, and I’m coming in her soft mouth. My hot seed spilling into her. Euphoria burns through me as she swallows me so sweetly.
Then she sits back on her knees, licking her lips. This beautiful princess.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I mutter, pulling her to her feet and holding her tight.
“Oh, I wanted to,” she says, and there’s something new in her voice now. The voice of a woman who knows exactly what she wants. Her pussy presses against my thigh, riding it and I feel how wet she is.
“Did you like that?” I growl.
She groans in response. I slide my hand down and cup her drenched pussy. Her clit jolts beneath my finger. Beautiful swollen bud. Carefully I slide a finger inside her. There’s barely space for it. “So tight, Little One,” I croon, and she gasps.
“I want to take that virginity of yours. Push my cock inside your tight little pussy.”
“You don’t want it,” she mutters.
“Oh, you don’t understand how much I do.”
“Feel those little muscles of yours gripping my cock so tight.”
“Shove myself all the way inside you.”
“Make you come until you beg me to stop.”
She groans and sighs at each filthy word I growl in her ear, while I work her little pussy with my fingers.
I feel her getting close, her body shaking.
She rides her clit on the heel of my hand. Her breath catches, she stops breathing altogether… and she gives a sharp cry and spasms around my finger. I feel her orgasm pulsing all the way through her sweet body. It’s an amazing thing.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, when I finally slide my finger out of her.
I lead her to the bed and straighten it up before laying her down.
“Will you stay with me?” she murmurs sleepily.
“I don’t know, darlin’.”
“If you’re not going to fuck me, at least sleep with me,” she murmurs.
I slide in next to her. Wrap her soft body with mine.
Before long, her breathing turns soft and regular, and she slumps in my arms. This little angel, her dark eyelashes splayed across her cheeks. I watch her for a long time, see the tiny movements of her eyelids as she dreams, and I hope with all my heart that they’re happy dreams.
Sleep doesn’t come for me. Having Savannah’s soft curves in my arms is pure torment. My wolf is hella antsy. Pacing inside me. Making its demands. Not understanding. Every time she snuggles closer, I clench my fists and grit my teeth, fighting it down. And whenever I start to drift, she gives a sleepy sigh, and I’m wide awake again.
Pure torment.
I don’t care though; I love holding her in my arms and keeping her safe. This pleasure I can allow myself.
At last, the stars fade, and sunrise brightens the eastern sky. The night is almost over, and I’m still awake. Watching the morning light kissing her skin.
Annihilated.