He kissed her with intense need and urgency, pressing his solid body flushed against hers.The kiss became deeper and rougher, taking her breath away, and by reflex, she parted her lips, granting him entry, offering herself completely, and his tongue slipped into her mouth. Their tongues intertwined as the kiss deepened and became heated, as their lips moved in sync.The feeling was mind-blowing and intense; Annette moaned when he pulled on her lower lip, sucking on it like it was the sweetest thing in the world.Even after the intense intimacy and passion of the previous day, and the still lingering aches and soreness that filled her body as well as the sensitivity of her pussy, lust and need consumed her suddenly and fiercely; it took hold of her in a heartbeat.Xavier thrust his tongue between her lips in a steady rhythm, making love to her mouth, fucking her lips.The movement of his tongue awakened her desire, making her shudder in anticipation as heat pulled in her belly.Annett
"Oh Xavier," she murmured as she moved her body against his fingers, bouncing up and down, gripping his shoulder for balance.Xavier's thumb rubbed her clit as he thrust deep inside her.All she could do was focus on the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy st a steady pace; she could feel her juice dripping down her leg.She couldn't argue with him; all she could do was focus on her breathing and hold on for the ride.He held her against the bedroom door as if she weighed nothing, gripping her firmly yet lightly, one of his hands braced under her thigh, spreading her legs wider, and the other, fucking her pussy with three of his thick fingers. Desire deepened his gaze, turning his eyes to a stormy midnight, striking against his ember irises. So powerful and commanding, yet there were times he treated her with a gentleness that left her breathless.But not at the moment. Because at the moment his breath was uneven, filled with desire, and his grip on her thigh unwea
And by explain, Annette knows it involves his fingers or cock inside her already sensitive pussy.Damn. She knew that she couldn't possibly go again as her pussy was so sensitive from the abuse it had endured, but her body and thoughts were saying otherwise. She doesn't think her pussy can handle another session of fucking at the moment or a repeat of another toes-curling orgasm, so she shook her head. No, there was no need for him to go over it again; she totally got the message. Yet, his fingers were still buried deep inside her, and despite the fact that she just orgasmed, her body responded to the feeling of his fingers inside her. He slowly slipped his fingers out of her dripping core with deliberate care. A glistening stream of her arousal followed the slow departure of his fingers, dripping down her thighs, and she whimpered from the loss, as she felt the emptiness where his fingers had been.Fighting to regain her breath, she let her weight rest on the bedroom door for supp
"Come here," he spoke, motioning for her to come closer. She eased off the bed and walked over to where he stood by the door. She was halfway across the room towards him when awareness hit her and she stopped moving. Her body responded to his every command instinctively, as if his presence robbed her of control.Sensing her hesitation, he stepped forward to bridge the remaining distance. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her against his broad chest, pressing a swift, firm kiss on her lips. "Treat yourself to something special, whatever you want. It matters to me that you feel content here by my side." He spoke, gently brushing his fingers across her cheeks.Whatever she wants, Xavier should stop giving her ideas, she muses."Alright, Xavier. Go on, head to your meeting— you don't want to keep them waiting." She said, with a little smile trying to act like the submissive woman he wants her to be, just for now, just for today; she will choose her battle wisely. "Have a g
Her aunt's voice was becoming more heated, getting louder, signaling that she was starting to get really angry. Annette sighed, already anticipating the scolding and reprimanding that is about to follow. This was the last thing she needed at this point. She began to pace; the thick carpet of the living room muffled the sound of her footsteps."It is not your house, Auntie, you are now staying with me, or have you forgotten already?" Annette asked. She made an effort to be as gentle as possible, but it was the honest reality.Not long ago, Annette decided to move out of her aunt's place and live on her own. It was hard, especially since she was the family's only source of income.Her aunt got remarried, and her new husband moved in to live with her aunt. He took the small money Josephine had saved for her alcohol and bit her, and after endless arguing, Josephine opted to separate from him. The marriage lasted for a brief four months before Josephine arrived at Annette's front door, her
Xaver sat behind the sleek and glimmering mahogany desk in his office. Sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows bathing the office in a soft glow. In his hand was a sack of documents; his piercing eyes scanned the document, yet his focus faltered; his thoughts were elsewhere.His thoughts were filled with her, with his desire for her. He had a lot of work to do, documents he needed to go through, and no matter how often he tried, his thoughts kept circling back, leaving the same paragraph unread, his focus utterly absent.Fuck. A deep growl escaped his lips as he pushed his chair away from the desk, standing abruptly. He moved to the large windows, taking in the bustling London street below, the sound of the busy traffic filtering through the thick glass window. The towering building provided a magnificent view, yet none of it captivated him.Nothing could silence the war unfolding in his mind. The second he got into the office, his mind went into overdrive; her image
All he had, he had through his own effort, achieved through hard work and sacrifice, through determination and struggle. It was worth it in the end. His human capabilities were exceptional, enhanced by his wolf, providing him with an edge over a werewolf who depends solely on his animal for power. He was filled with a surge of pride.However, his strength and capabilities were irrelevant given his current circumstances.Funny that he had been patting himself on the back for handling Annette's cousin situation last week. He had planned on quenching his desire for her and then letting her go, but things hadn't gone as expected.After three nights of desire and intimacy, he couldn't bring himself to let her go, the same feeling he had when she had first entered his office last week.He was so screwed.She had provoked risky thoughts about keeping her close to him and never letting her go. Thought he couldn't entertain, no matter how tempting they were. Annette was human, and that would a
The elevator arrived at the top floor, chiming as the door slid open. Stepping out of the elevator and into the receiving room, Xavier was met with an eerie silence.A stillness that left him puzzled. Where was she? Where is Annette? Is she taking a nap? Those questions filtered through his thoughts. As he moved further into the space, heading toward the living room, the faint sounds of paper turning caught his attention.Though the room was quiet, his sharp werewolf hearing allowed him to catch the softest of noise.He stepped into the living room, only to find it empty, with no trace of the curvy figures he was searching for.He crossed the brief distance between the living room and the kitchen, stopping at the doorway to take in the scene. He was expecting to see the usual serenity of the kitchen, where the faint smell of coffee filled the air and bright light from the luxurious chandelier reflected on the sleek surface of the countertop and marble floor.His kitchen was spacious
His wolf growled in approval.He placed his left hand on the counter, just beside her hips, to steady himself. His right hand moved to grip her waist as he worked his cock in and out of her. He threw his head back and shut his eyes from the intense pleasure of being inside her. She moaned, her fingers reaching out to him, and gripped his hand that was placed on her hips to ground herself as he pulled his cock out of her nearly all the way and thrust back in. Her body trembled, her lips parted as she struggled to catch her breath.Fuck. She was beautiful. The sight of her, spread out before him like an offering, was overwhelming, mind-blowing.He soon sped up the pace, thrusting into her in a quick and hard succession. His balls slapping against her ass as he drove into her, thrusting into her pussy hard and fast. A whimper escaped her parted lips, her fingers digging into his hand on her hips, and he growled, not from pain but pleasure. His movement was swift and slick, her pussy ge
But instead, she had shopped for food preparation equipment and baking supplies. Not only that, but he had found her working in his kitchen.She had someone send over boxes filled with invoices and taxes from her shop. Annette had turned his luxurious and sophisticated kitchen into her workstation.She signed in exasperation at him. "Nothing serious, just sorting and arranging of the document; the audit exercise is taking place very soon. Once I'm done, Benny from the shop is coming here to take it back to the shop."She was seriously working. Xavier was taken aback, shaking his head in reluctant approval.Rather than idly sitting around, she navigated his rules and found a way to get what she wanted.'Relentless and unweaving, she would be a perfect match for an alpha.' his wolf muttered within his mind.The fuck. Not going to happen.His wolf constantly seizes every possible chance to plant the thought of Annette being his mate in his mind.He dangled the file just beyond reach."
The elevator arrived at the top floor, chiming as the door slid open. Stepping out of the elevator and into the receiving room, Xavier was met with an eerie silence.A stillness that left him puzzled. Where was she? Where is Annette? Is she taking a nap? Those questions filtered through his thoughts. As he moved further into the space, heading toward the living room, the faint sounds of paper turning caught his attention.Though the room was quiet, his sharp werewolf hearing allowed him to catch the softest of noise.He stepped into the living room, only to find it empty, with no trace of the curvy figures he was searching for.He crossed the brief distance between the living room and the kitchen, stopping at the doorway to take in the scene. He was expecting to see the usual serenity of the kitchen, where the faint smell of coffee filled the air and bright light from the luxurious chandelier reflected on the sleek surface of the countertop and marble floor.His kitchen was spacious
All he had, he had through his own effort, achieved through hard work and sacrifice, through determination and struggle. It was worth it in the end. His human capabilities were exceptional, enhanced by his wolf, providing him with an edge over a werewolf who depends solely on his animal for power. He was filled with a surge of pride.However, his strength and capabilities were irrelevant given his current circumstances.Funny that he had been patting himself on the back for handling Annette's cousin situation last week. He had planned on quenching his desire for her and then letting her go, but things hadn't gone as expected.After three nights of desire and intimacy, he couldn't bring himself to let her go, the same feeling he had when she had first entered his office last week.He was so screwed.She had provoked risky thoughts about keeping her close to him and never letting her go. Thought he couldn't entertain, no matter how tempting they were. Annette was human, and that would a
Xaver sat behind the sleek and glimmering mahogany desk in his office. Sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows bathing the office in a soft glow. In his hand was a sack of documents; his piercing eyes scanned the document, yet his focus faltered; his thoughts were elsewhere.His thoughts were filled with her, with his desire for her. He had a lot of work to do, documents he needed to go through, and no matter how often he tried, his thoughts kept circling back, leaving the same paragraph unread, his focus utterly absent.Fuck. A deep growl escaped his lips as he pushed his chair away from the desk, standing abruptly. He moved to the large windows, taking in the bustling London street below, the sound of the busy traffic filtering through the thick glass window. The towering building provided a magnificent view, yet none of it captivated him.Nothing could silence the war unfolding in his mind. The second he got into the office, his mind went into overdrive; her image
Her aunt's voice was becoming more heated, getting louder, signaling that she was starting to get really angry. Annette sighed, already anticipating the scolding and reprimanding that is about to follow. This was the last thing she needed at this point. She began to pace; the thick carpet of the living room muffled the sound of her footsteps."It is not your house, Auntie, you are now staying with me, or have you forgotten already?" Annette asked. She made an effort to be as gentle as possible, but it was the honest reality.Not long ago, Annette decided to move out of her aunt's place and live on her own. It was hard, especially since she was the family's only source of income.Her aunt got remarried, and her new husband moved in to live with her aunt. He took the small money Josephine had saved for her alcohol and bit her, and after endless arguing, Josephine opted to separate from him. The marriage lasted for a brief four months before Josephine arrived at Annette's front door, her
"Come here," he spoke, motioning for her to come closer. She eased off the bed and walked over to where he stood by the door. She was halfway across the room towards him when awareness hit her and she stopped moving. Her body responded to his every command instinctively, as if his presence robbed her of control.Sensing her hesitation, he stepped forward to bridge the remaining distance. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her against his broad chest, pressing a swift, firm kiss on her lips. "Treat yourself to something special, whatever you want. It matters to me that you feel content here by my side." He spoke, gently brushing his fingers across her cheeks.Whatever she wants, Xavier should stop giving her ideas, she muses."Alright, Xavier. Go on, head to your meeting— you don't want to keep them waiting." She said, with a little smile trying to act like the submissive woman he wants her to be, just for now, just for today; she will choose her battle wisely. "Have a g
And by explain, Annette knows it involves his fingers or cock inside her already sensitive pussy.Damn. She knew that she couldn't possibly go again as her pussy was so sensitive from the abuse it had endured, but her body and thoughts were saying otherwise. She doesn't think her pussy can handle another session of fucking at the moment or a repeat of another toes-curling orgasm, so she shook her head. No, there was no need for him to go over it again; she totally got the message. Yet, his fingers were still buried deep inside her, and despite the fact that she just orgasmed, her body responded to the feeling of his fingers inside her. He slowly slipped his fingers out of her dripping core with deliberate care. A glistening stream of her arousal followed the slow departure of his fingers, dripping down her thighs, and she whimpered from the loss, as she felt the emptiness where his fingers had been.Fighting to regain her breath, she let her weight rest on the bedroom door for supp
"Oh Xavier," she murmured as she moved her body against his fingers, bouncing up and down, gripping his shoulder for balance.Xavier's thumb rubbed her clit as he thrust deep inside her.All she could do was focus on the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy st a steady pace; she could feel her juice dripping down her leg.She couldn't argue with him; all she could do was focus on her breathing and hold on for the ride.He held her against the bedroom door as if she weighed nothing, gripping her firmly yet lightly, one of his hands braced under her thigh, spreading her legs wider, and the other, fucking her pussy with three of his thick fingers. Desire deepened his gaze, turning his eyes to a stormy midnight, striking against his ember irises. So powerful and commanding, yet there were times he treated her with a gentleness that left her breathless.But not at the moment. Because at the moment his breath was uneven, filled with desire, and his grip on her thigh unwea