-Adrian-
Her hands slide up my arms and into my hair, gripping me while she softly moans and tries to stabilize her body. Despite her efforts, her legs are trembling beneath her. The effect I have on her is intoxicating, feeding my primal need to push her further.
I release her zipper all the way down, watching with dark satisfaction as her dress slides down her body like water. I turn her to face the glass window, the city lights creating a dramatic backdrop for her silhouette. Her earrings and one single-strand bracelet are the only pieces of jewelry she wears. They are simple and delicate but clearly not authentic.
A woman like her should be in jewels—real metals and gems, not fake shit, Nox growls inside my head, surprisingly possessive.
The only other items remaining on her are black lace panties and stilettos. I stand back for a moment, my gaze raking over her beautiful curves, the perfect dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. I trace my finger over a small birthmark near her belly button, fascinated by this unique mark on her otherwise flawless skin.
Her lower body squirms under my touch, seeking more contact. I smile to myself, enjoying the power I have over her responses.
I remove my shirt and pants, then step forward so my body touches her warm, pulsing skin. The contact feels like electricity engulfing my skin, a current running between us that's almost supernatural in its intensity.
She gasps, her mouth forming an O before shutting again, as if she's trying to contain her reactions but failing miserably.
"I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you," I murmur, grazing her ear with my lips. And I fucking mean it. There's something about her that transcends mere physical attraction.
Her pulse pounds in her neck, visible beneath her delicate skin. I suck on it possessively while her hot sex pushes against my hard cock. I step even closer, trapping her between my body and the glass, and circle my hips so my erection slides back and forth against her panties.
"Ohhhh," she moans, the sound sending a jolt straight to my groin.
"Do you feel how hard I am for you, my little wolf?" I ask, my voice a dangerous rumble against her skin. "This is all for you."
"Y-yes," she barely manages to get out before swallowing hard.
"I've been wanting this since I laid eyes on you," I tell her, continuing my assault on her senses. "Couldn't think about anything else."
"You have?" Her voice is full of doubt, as if she can't believe anyone would want her so desperately.
"Yes, baby," I assure her, kissing her jaw as I hook my fingers into her panties and pull them down. Once they're gone, I press my cock harder against her, sliding it across her swollen clit. "Been rock hard just thinking about touching you like this."
"Oh Goddess," she whimpers, clutching my shoulders as if she might fall without my support.
I play with her nipple and suck on her pulse again, continuing to shimmy my shaft over her clit. The friction is exquisite torture for both of us. I keep going until she unravels, her arms tight around me and her nails digging into my back as she comes.
"That's a good girl, my little wolf," I murmur against her flushed cheek, enjoying the aftershocks that ripple through her body. "So fucking responsive for me."
When my cock can't handle the teasing anymore, I keep her pressed to the glass and trail my lips down her body, doting on every inch of her skin until I'm on my knees before her. I want to worship her properly, to give her pleasure she'll never forget.
Her fingers lace into my hair, tugging it before I even touch her dripping pussy. The scent of her arousal seeps into me, teasing both me and Nox. It's primal, this need to taste her, to consume her essence.
I run my hands up and down her thighs and kiss the outside of her pussy, teasing her until a drop of her juice rolls down her thigh. The pads of her fingers twitch against my scalp.
"P-please," she begs, her voice so soft it's barely audible to normal ears. But with my wolf hearing, I catch it perfectly.
I want to hear it again, though, so I don't give her what she wants just yet. I continue my teasing, enjoying her desperation.
"Tell me what you want," I demand, my breath hot against her most sensitive flesh. "I want to hear you say it."
"Oh...please," she tries again, pushing my head into her body harder, her need evident in every syllable.
I move my thumbs over her marbled clit, sucking on her mound but not feasting on her how I'm dying to. I want her right on the edge before I give her what we both want.
"Use your words, little wolf," I growl against her thigh. "Tell me exactly what you need."
"Your mouth," she finally gasps out. "I need your mouth on me. Please."
She moans, and within seconds, her body erupts in tremors against the glass. Her chest caves over my head, and her breasts push into me as she comes again, this time harder than before.
The blood pumps harder in my veins as I watch her come undone above me. When she finally comes down from her high, her breathing still ragged, I allow myself the meal I've been craving ever since I saw her in the lobby bar.
"Hold on tight," I warn her, gripping her thighs firmly as I finally taste her fully. "Because I'm going to devour you."
Her reaction is immediate and intense—a sharp cry followed by her hands tightening in my hair. I growl against her sensitive flesh, the vibrations making her jerk against me.
"You taste divine," I tell her between licks, my voice rough with desire. "Better than I imagined. So. Fucking. Sweet."
And I had imagined it, countless times since first seeing her. But the reality surpasses any fantasy. She's sweet and tangy, perfect in every way.
She tastes like ours, Nox whispers in my mind, surprising me.
Nox is unusually quiet beyond that, seemingly content to let me focus entirely on pleasuring this woman. It's rare for him to be so settled, so at peace with what we're doing. Usually, he's pushing for more, for dominance, for control. But with her, he seems as entranced as I am.
I lose myself in her taste, in the sounds she makes, in the way her body responds to my every touch. Time becomes meaningless as I bring her to the edge again and again, sometimes letting her fall over, sometimes pulling back just before she can find release.
"Please," she begs, her voice hoarse from crying out. "I need you inside me."
I look up at her from between her thighs, taking in the sight of her—blindfolded, flushed, and desperate for me. It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen.
"Soon," I promise, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, my voice dark with promise. "But not yet. Not until you're completely undone for me."
She whimpers, but there's anticipation in the sound. She trusts me to take care of her, to give her what she needs. And I intend to do exactly that, all night long if necessary.
After all, this is our only night together. I want to make it memorable for both of us.