I fuck her so raw, she slides back and forth and the head board hits thewall with loud bangs.My fingers find her clit and she squirms, fighting the unavoidable, butI tease and circle and press her pleasure button until she trembles around me.Her muffled moans fill the air as my abs tighten, my balls grow heavy, andI come inside her inviting cunt in waves. With a loud roar, my wolf almost coming out to mark her. It takes enough will power to stop him.The release is even stronger than the blow job. This is why I’ve kept mydistance. I knew whetting my appetite once wouldn’t be enough and that I’dneed to do it again and again before I’d ever be satisfied.Even now, as I watch a streak of my cum sliding down her thigh, I wantto restart the ownership process all over again.She is now slump on the bed like a masterpiece.I smile and crawl into the bed with her,I pull her closer to me with her back against my chest,"I am not done yet beautiful" I whisper and then slowly thrust int
Two weeks laterIt has been two long weeks since our return from Italy, and the weight of our unspoken night together hangs heavy in the air between Ruine and me.Despite our joint efforts to mend the fallout from Zia's betrayal, Ruine's avoidance felt like a sharp sting, a constant reminder of the distance that had grown between us.I find myself yearning for a moment to address the lingering tension, to unravel the emotions that had been left unspoken.Each passing day only seems to deepen the hurt that nestles within my heart, a silent ache that echoes in the quiet moments of our shared struggle to repair what has been broken.I make my way to his office determined to speak to him whether he likes it or not.Just before I can reach his office, someone pulls me into an empty room and their lips falls on mine.I am about to hit the person because instinct takes over but I stop when I realize it was Ruine."Ruine..." I moan when I feel his hands in my skirt cupping me through my pant
Two Months laterI liedWhen I said I was going to stop having sex with Ruine until we have a talk.I lied.Ruine and I still had sex, everyday.He'll pull me into any empty room he finds or in the bathroom, to eat me out or fuck me senseless.Not that I am happy about it but I can't resist him. He so damn hot and the sex is amazing.Like now, we are parked in front of my house and I am riding him his car."I am cuming" I moan and he thrusts even faster before releasing into me.Oh I had to get on birth control again. Can't risk getting pregnant although it is impossible.He pulls out of me and I settle in the passenger seat.After fixing ourselves, we both sit in the car in silence."I better get going or else Rhys will come out" I say but he says nothing.I'm about to open the door when he pulls back and kisses my lips. I kiss him back with the same desire."I'll see you tomorrow" he whispers and I nod with a smile before getting out.I watch as his car drives away before going insi
As we arrived at the grand gala, the red carpet stretched before us like a river of opulence. Stepping into the spotlight, the cameras' flashes painted the scene with bursts of light. In that moment, Ruine's hand found mine, a firm and reassuring grasp that anchored me amidst the dazzling chaos.His touch, warm and steady, whispered a silent promise of solidarity in the midst of the glamorous whirlwind.Every step we took together felt like a shared journey, his presence a shield against the overwhelming attention. Surrounded by the buzz of excitement and the clicking of cameras, his hand in mine was a lifeline, a connection that spoke louder than any words could express.We crossed the threshold into the lavish gala, the air was filled with an aura of sophistication and grandeur. Ruine, by my side, turned to his business associate and uttered those words that pierced through the facade of glamour – "This is Casma, my date." The distinction between "date" and "girlfriend" may seem sli
don't really remember what happened yesterday, but all I remember is that I passed out in the car.Titanus didn't go easy on my poor human form.The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently nudging me awake in Ruine's bed.As I stirred, I realized I was wearing his shirt and boxers, a tangible reminder of the intimate night we had shared. Curiosity piqued, I decided to explore the house, my bare feet padding softly against the polished floors as I ventured into unfamiliar territory. Each room held a piece of Ruine's life, offering glimpses into his world beyond the confines of the gala and our shared moments. The house seemed to whisper secrets of its own, inviting me to unravel the mysteries within its walls.I see baby pictures of lilac on the walls of beautiful hall way. Most of them are with Ruine but none of her mom.I stop when I see a door, it is so different from the others.Transfixed by the peculiar door, I could sense its importance, a silent invitation into
I stood there, my heart racing as the door slammed shut behind Casma. A mix of anger and confusion swirled inside me, but as the silence settled in, I felt a pang of regret creeping in. I never wanted to hurt her like this. I stared at the closed door, her final words echoing in my mind. “I wish I never met you.” They hit me like a punch to the gut. I had pushed her away with my harshness, and now she was gone, leaving behind a void that felt unbearable. I wanted to call after her, to tell her I was sorry, to explain that I didn’t mean it, but the words got stuck in my throat. Instead, I just stood there, feeling the emptiness of the room wrap around me like a shroud. The weight of my actions pressed down on me, and I realized how much I had taken her presence for granted. I felt lost, like a part of me had just walked out the door with her. The anger that had fueled my outburst faded, leaving behind a deep sense of loneliness. I knew I had to make things right, but the thought of f
My mind was racing—how could I comfort her when I was struggling with my own heartbreak? I wanted to be strong for her, to help her navigate this overwhelming pain, but I felt so helpless. All I could do was listen, to be there for her in this moment of despair.As she cried, I realized that life had a way of throwing unexpected tragedy our way, and I had to put my own feelings aside to support her. In that moment, I knew I had to be her rock, even if my own heart was breaking for different reasons. I could only hope that somehow, through this darkness, we would find a way to heal together.In a moment like this I wish, Cecily was her. I miss her today more than ever. Tears of my own slide down from my eyes.After hours of comforting her, I gently picked up her phone and dialed Casma's number. As the phone rang, I felt a mix of anxiety and hope. When Casma finally answered, I took a deep breath and said,"Hello, lilac, what's up?"She asks, her angelic voice reaching my ears. God, I
As the day wore on, I noticed that the soft sounds of the room shifted. Lilac stirred and slowly opened her eyes, but instead of finding solace, her face crumpled with grief. She began to cry and moan for her husband, the deep, heart-wrenching sobs echoing through the stillness. It was a sound that pierced my heart, and I felt tears welling up in my own eyes as I watched her struggle with her pain.When she finally caught sight of me, her expression changed, and the floodgates opened even wider. The sight of me seemed to bring back the weight of her sorrow, and I could see the rawness of her emotions as she cried harder. Without hesitation, she welcomed me into her arms, and I wrapped my own around her, holding her tightly. In that moment, I felt the warmth of her grief, the weight of her loss, and the desperate need for comfort.I whispered soothing words, trying to be the support she so desperately needed. I could feel her trembling against me, and I knew that this was a moment wher