-Adrian-
Every moan and whimper from her lips is music to my ears. How any man could deny her, cheat on her, and then let her wither blows my mind. The thought of someone having this incredible woman and treating her with such disregard makes rage simmer beneath my skin, dark and corrosive.
I push the robe off her shoulders, revealing her perfect body. My cock hardens instantly at the sight of her naked before me, a visceral reaction I can't control.
"I'm not done with you yet," I growl, scooping her into my arms. She gasps, her arms instinctively wrapping around my neck.
"Where are we going?" she asks, her voice breathless with anticipation.
"To the bed," I tell her, carrying her across the suite. "I need more room to properly fuck you the way you deserve."
Her body shivers against mine at my words, and I can smell her arousal intensifying. I lay her down on the massive bed, taking a moment to drink in the sight of her—blindfolded, flushed, and completely at my mercy. Something savage stirs in my chest at the sight.
"Spread your legs for me," I command, my voice rough with need.
She obeys without hesitation, her thighs parting to reveal her glistening pussy. I growl deep in my throat at the sight, a sound more animal than human.
"Look at you," I murmur, running my fingers along her inner thighs. "So fucking wet for me already."
"Please," she whimpers, arching her back slightly.
I climb onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs. "Please what, little wolf? Tell me exactly what you want." My voice is darker than I intended, heavy with something I don't want to name.
Her cheeks flush deeper. "I want your mouth on me."
"Where?" I tease, trailing kisses up her thigh. "Here? Or here?" I move to her hip bone, nipping gently, marking her.
"Lower," she gasps. "Please..."
"Say it," I demand, my breath hot against her center. "I want to hear you say it."
She swallows hard. "I want your tongue on my pussy. Please."
The crude word on her lips sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock. "Good girl," I praise before diving in, licking a long, slow stripe up her slit.
She cries out, her hands flying to my hair, gripping tightly as I feast on her. I devour her like a man starved, alternating between broad strokes of my tongue and focused attention on her clit, claiming her with my mouth.
"You taste so fucking good," I growl against her. "Better than anything I've ever had."
And she does taste so fucking good. Her essence mixed with a little of me from earlier. Shit, I forgot the condom in the sitting room.
Fuck, don't make that mistake again, I chastise myself, even as my cock throbs at the memory of being inside her with nothing between us.
Her hips buck against my face, seeking more pressure. I grip her thighs, holding her open as I suck her clit between my lips.
"Oh god!" she screams, her body trembling. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"
I have no intention of stopping. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her see stars. The combination of my fingers and tongue has her coming undone in seconds, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as she cries out my title.
Before she can fully recover, I flip her over onto her stomach. "Hands and knees," I order, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a pink handprint.
"Fuck!" she gasps, but immediately complies, positioning herself with her perfect ass in the air.
I grab a condom from the nightstand, tearing it open with my teeth and rolling it on with practiced ease. Then I position myself behind her, running the head of my cock through her soaked folds.
"You want this?" I ask, teasing her entrance, my voice rough with barely contained need. "You want my cock filling you up?"
"Yes," she moans, pushing back against me. "Please, I need you inside me."
I grip her hips hard enough to bruise and slam into her in one powerful thrust. We both cry out at the sensation—her tight heat enveloping me is almost enough to make me lose control immediately.
"Fuck, you're so tight," I groan, holding still for a moment to regain my composure. "So perfect around my cock."
"Move," she begs, "Please move."
I start slow, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. Each thrust goes deeper than the last, and soon I'm pounding into her relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. There's something desperate in my movements, as if I'm trying to imprint myself on her body, to leave a mark that won't fade.
"Touch yourself," I command, my voice strained with the effort of holding back my own release. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
She reaches between her legs, her fingers finding her clit as I continue to thrust into her. The combination of sensations quickly pushes her toward the edge.
"That's it," I encourage, feeling her inner walls begin to flutter around me. "Come for me, little wolf. Let me feel how good I make you feel."
"I'm coming!" she cries out, her entire body tensing as her orgasm crashes through her.
The feeling of her pulsing around my cock is too much, and I follow her over the edge, emptying myself with a guttural groan that sounds torn from somewhere deep and primal. I collapse over her back, both of us breathing hard.
After a moment, I carefully pull out and dispose of the condom before gathering her in my arms. I stroke her hair as her breathing returns to normal, a strange hollowness already forming in my chest.
"You're ruining me," I whisper against her skin, not sure if she can hear me. "You're absolutely ruining me." The truth of the words cuts deep, leaving a wound I know won't heal.
She's ours, Nox insists in my mind, his voice fierce and unyielding. We can't let her go.
We made a deal, I remind him, though the thought of never seeing her again feels like a physical pain in my chest.
Throughout the night, we talk, laugh, and have more sex. She tells me about her favorite books, her childhood dreams, her fears—all without revealing anything that could identify her. I share stories from my travels, carefully edited to remove names and places that might give me away. All the while, something dark and hungry grows inside me, a recognition that this night is finite, slipping away with each passing hour.
When the morning light shines through the window, I hold her until she falls asleep, her breathing deep and even against my chest. The dress I ordered from the boutique arrives. I saw it when I bought the silk tie, and once I saw her dress size, I texted the sales associate. I put her other dirty clothes, minus her panties, in the dry cleaning bag and add her room number to it. I only know because I texted her friends to find out.
We could wake her, Nox suggests as I prepare to leave, his voice almost pleading. Ask her name. Tell her ours.
We made a deal, I remind him, though the temptation is nearly overwhelming, a physical ache in my bones.
Some deals are meant to be broken, he argues. You know this isn't just any woman.
That's exactly why we need to honor our word, I counter, though every fiber of my being screams to stay.
So many thoughts go through my head when it's time to leave her. I hesitate and almost wake her up to ask if she wants to remove the blindfold so she can see who I am. The desire to see recognition in her eyes, to have her know me, is almost unbearable.
But I keep my word... no names, no faces.
I write a note and leave it with the dress. I kiss her forehead and she doesn't stir. Very carefully, I remove the blindfold and put it on the pillow beside her. Then I stick her panties in my pocket and walk away from her.
She just gave me the best night of my life, and my pulse beats hard with regret that I'll never see her again. The emptiness that follows is vast and cold, a void I don't know how to fill.
At the door, I pause for one last look. The morning light casts a golden glow on her skin, her dark hair spread across the pillow. Without the blindfold, she looks younger, more vulnerable. I memorize every detail of her face—the curve of her cheekbones, the fullness of her lips, the delicate arch of her eyebrows. Each feature burns itself into my memory, a beautiful torture I'll carry forever.
We're making a mistake, Nox growls, his anguish mirroring my own. She's ours.
She's not, I reply, though the words taste bitter as ash. She never was.
I close the door silently behind me, feeling as though I'm leaving a piece of myself behind. In my pocket, her panties serve as the only tangible reminder that last night wasn't just a dream, a pathetic token of something I should never have allowed myself to want.
As I walk down the hallway toward the elevator, I already know the truth: no matter how many women I meet, how many years pass, I will never forget my little wolf.
And I will never stop wondering what might have been if I had stayed.