5

The fleeting return of reason was lost somewhere in the depths of the bottomless abyss in my soul. Only the agony of the basic instinct remained, demanding the satisfaction of the hunger of the flesh. It instantly intensified and grew as soon as his mouth touched my chest. Through the thin silk and equally fragile lace of underwear, the man bit and kissed at the same time so sweetly and boldly that his head was spinning. She arched forward, independently getting rid of the interfering fasteners on her blouse. I snuggled up to my sudden lover again and again, fidgeting impatiently in his arms, but he only continued the sweet torture. His fingers dominated me again. The stranger delightedly sucked in the air saturated with the smell of my desire.

"Yaroslava," he whispered hoarsely. “My Yaroslava,” he repeated over and over again, as if there was something special in this, intended only for me alone.

His voice made me say goodbye to everything that I was before. I didn't even think about the fact that I didn't know his name. I just simply don't care. For me, only one thing was important - let him never stop.

She unzipped his jeans herself. She found what she needed right now. With a sharp powerful push, the male flesh filled me to the limit, and I screamed loudly, squeezing my hips tighter around his lower back. And for a long time she groaned, while the man frantically pushed into my body deeper and sharper, plunging with his actions into the epicenter of unbridled euphoria of purest pleasure.

My fingers cramped, but I clung to the man's shoulders and continued to look into black eyes. Golden sparks shone in the darkness so brightly, as if they wanted to be imprinted in my memory forever. I myself wanted it to be so. And I reached out for more kisses again and again, as if they could help keep the image in my head. Time is frozen. There was nothing around anymore, except for the heavy breathing of my lover, a little rudely penetrating me time after time; the sweet pain that engulfed every cell of my muscles; the blissful feeling of lightness and weightlessness given to me by a stranger. A weightless veil shrouded the black gaze. A low, sustained growl echoed through the alley. A few more hard thrusts - my lover froze, closing his eyes. I felt his shoulders tense under my fingers, how his cock throbs and pours into me. Couldn't stop smiling. Just a brief moment, but it seemed as if this stranger was made for me. I would never have thought that more than sex itself, I would enjoy just watching a man approach the peak of completion. Without knowing it, she lowered her hand to his face and stroked the light stubble on his cheek. He opened his eyes and responded by rubbing against my palm, kissing it in its very center. The corners of the werewolf's lips lifted in a hint of a grateful smile. He opened his eyes and responded by rubbing himself against my palm, kissing it in its very center. The corners of the werewolf's lips lifted in a hint of a grateful smile. He opened his eyes and responded by rubbing himself against my palm, kissing it in its very center. The corners of the werewolf's lips lifted in a hint of a grateful smile.

“Ian,” the stranger whispered hoarsely. - My name is Jan.

“Nice to meet you, Yang,” she smiled involuntarily in response.

And, in order not to be embarrassed, she buried her nose in his shoulder.

Jan continued to hold on to his hands and for some time just sorted through the naughty strands of my hair, now twisting, then spinning around his index finger. The silence of the alley pacified and disposed to simply enjoy what we have now ... Exactly until the moment when someone ruined everything.

"Now you stay with me!"

And he didn't even ask. Tritely put before the fact.

Yes, yours ... mother!

- Truth? - she smiled as sincerely as possible, hiding behind this a three-story obscene flow that just begged to be expressed. - Quite quite? - added with the most open enthusiasm.

Obviously, to portray stupid joy came out pretty lousy, because the wolf frowned. He looked me up and down and smiled harshly.

- Do you want to play? - he whispered at the very lips, lowering me to the ground, allowing me to stand on my own. “I’ll give you a head start in half an hour,” he pulled back and walked away from me for a couple of steps, burning with his golden eyes. - Run, baby! Time has gone...

I don't need to repeat myself twice.

When else will there be such a chance?

She kicked off her patent leather shoes, picked them up, gave the werewolf a fixed look at parting and took off from her place, leaving the alley.

The hell with two you will catch up with me!

He looked after the fleeing barefoot girl and grinned triumphantly.

Little naivete!

Did she really think she could run away from me?

The bestial essence rushed out, demanding to follow the prey and brand it, but I held back. It's too early. I'll follow in half an hour. He did promise. It's not going anywhere anyway.

My couple.

Yaroslav.

Again and again, over and over again, I repeated her name to myself, internally going crazy from the ever-increasing distance between us.

Nothing-nothing...

We won't be apart for long.

How did she say? Belongs to the alpha of the gray wolf clan? Well, that's even more interesting. Hunting has always been one of my favorite pastimes.

Let's play baby...

I grinned and walked towards the classic fire metallic sports car parked nearby, which always and everywhere travels with me.

Well what can I say?

Everyone has their weaknesses. For me — this is my iron baby.

In fact, I should have been somewhere else. But since the werewolf I needed was absent now and was supposed to return only by morning, I had time to have fun.

In general, this is why I came to this club. And who would have known that I would meet my betrothed in such a place ...

He sat behind the wheel and began tapping his fingers, glancing at his watch and counting down the remaining minutes. When there were only five left, he asked one of the club's guards to look after the wheelbarrow, paying extra, and he sucked in the air and headed in the direction where the fugitive had disappeared.

“Cunning,” he drawled with anticipation when he realized that I was going back to the club.

I had to go back and find the right path. After a while, I stopped in front of the hotel entrance.

- Gotcha! he said silently with anticipation.

I found out in which room my prey had stopped and went to pick up my car. On the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers at a convenience store and asked for it to be delivered to the right address.

Satisfied with himself, he finally went to the meeting. While getting to the right place, again and again scrolled through my acquaintance with Yaroslava.