Chapter 36

Ismena sobbed at the pleasure of it while Wolfariane let out a muffled groan to her neck at the intimate feel of her. Even with all those liquids, she squeezed his finger hungrily like her body wanted to keep him there.

Unbiddenly, he imagined the way she will feel against his côck if she felt this way on a finger...and almost lost all control.

Shit. As quick as the thought came, he shut his head to it. Instead, he concentrated on the soft pleasurable moans leaving her mouth repeatedly as he thrust that finger in and out of her.

He pulled his head away from her neck to see her attractive face drugged in pleasure, her head pressed to the wall behind her, her eyes closed. Fúck, she is beautiful.

He couldn't resist taking that red, pouty lips into another kiss, and he didn't try. As he ravaged her mouth, he added another finger inside her, swallowing her muffled cries.

"Tight." He groaned into her mouth, his own côck weeping to be inside this woman. But he held on.

Her channel is too