“You didn’t finish the sentence, dove,” he pressed. “Where do you want me? Hmm?”
She swallowed and with burning cheeks she continued, “Inside me.”
“Very good, little dove. Now please say the entire sentence, “I want you inside me, Azriel.”
Elora’s fogged brain repeated the full sentence, “I want you inside me, Azriel.” before realization came down on her. She looked in his direction, but the darkness in the car was not helping too much.
“Azriel?” she probed in a confused and trebling voice.
“Yes dove, my name is Azriel, and it seems that we have arrived at my place,” he replied, as the car stopped, and he exited the car and offered his hand to her. With trembling steps, she followed him, and her heart stopped when he turned towards her, and she could clearly see his face.
She looked in panic around her as she realized that she was in front of a villa surrounded by woods. and that the man in front of her was Azriel Storm himself!
Elora’s heart raced in fear as she realized the gravity of the situation. She was standing face to face with Azriel Storm, a name that struck fear into the hearts of werewolves across the continent. The infamous Deathstrike, known for his power and ruthlessness, was now standing in front of her, his presence commanding and intimidating.
As Azriel took her hand and led her inside the villa, Elora’s mind raced with panic. What was she doing here? How had she ended up in this situation? “Oh Elora, you really know how to choose them! ” she shouted in her head, as the reality hit her like a brick hammer that she had spent her entire night in this man’s arms. She tried to calm her racing thoughts as she followed him inside, noting the private and secluded setting of the villa. For a moment she was scared that he would take her inside the pack house, but to her relief it seemed that this was a private one.
Once inside, Azriel turned to face her, his intense blue-grey eyes locking onto hers with a hunger that sent a shiver down her spine. Despite the fear and uncertainty swirling inside her, there was also an undeniable attraction pulling her towards him. She had no idea what to do now; she realized that she was in a dangerous situation, but one look at him and it made her weak.
“Lora,” he said, his voice low and smooth, sending a thrill through her. “I waited for you for so long.”
Elora’s breath caught in her throat as she met his gaze, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She knew she should run away, but there was something undeniably thrilling about being in Azriel’s presence, like a magnetic pull. Plus, now it was a bit too late to run as she was practically in the wolf’s den.
“Something to drink?” he asked her, as he made his way towards the open-space living room and opened the fridge, getting a bottle of pineapple juice.
She cleared her voice and replied, “Just water is fine.” He smirked in her direction while he extracted from the fridge a bottle of water and poured her a glass.
“Thank you,” she accepted the glass shyly and, while taking a sip from it, tried to calm her heart. “H e can’t find out that I am a rogue as I don’t have a wolf, but there was always a risk” she said in her mind.
She watched him as he drank his cold pineapple juice, before putting the bottle on the counter and making his way towards her with an intense gaze that made her combust. One thing she had to admit: he was magnificent at 6’7”, with a muscular frame, dark hair and caramel skin. But despite his physical appeal, what was setting him apart was the confidence and raw power that surrounded him.
Once he arrived in front of her, he smiled again, and before she got the chance to say something, he suddenly took her in his arms and captured her lips in a burning kiss.
His arms wrapped around her curvy figure, pulling her body closer to his, causing her to shiver as she could feel how hard he was through his pants. The kiss was intense and left no room for questions, leaving her breathless.
She could feel her heart rate soaring through the roof as her whole body reacted to his touch, but he seemed to know what he was doing as he calmed her a bit by caressing her back and hair.
Elora looked in his eyes and for a second she saw a flash as his eye’s color fluctuated, and she realized in panic that his wolf was on the surface.
“How did you end up here, Elora!” she screamed to herself in her mind. “You are about to sleep with Azriel Storm! Are you mad?”
He suddenly lifted her body like it was weighing nothing and got her to sit on the kitchen counter. Before she realized what was happening, he spread her legs as he told her, “I need to taste you, little dove,” breathing warm and heavy against her inner thighs.
Elora was in shock as she felt his hot breath so close to her most intimate part, gasping in a mixture of excitement and embarrassment as she whispered, “I – I haven’t… I’m not that experienced.”
Azriel looked up at her, eyes blazing, a smile spreading across his ruggedly handsome face as he replied, “Leave everything to me.”
He buried his face in her neck, kissing her passionately before moving his lips down to her chest, unzipping her dress with one swift movement.
As the dress fell off her shoulders, Elora shivered at the cold air in the room against her bare skin Azriel groaned with pleasure at the sight of her lacy, red lingerie, and ran his fingers over her soft curves.
“You’re so fucking beautiful and all mine. Only mine.” He whispered, gently biting down on her earlobe while his fingers traced a path up to her breasts. He tugged at the lacy cups, revealing her round, pink n*****s that hardened under his gaze.
As he licked and sucked them, Elora arched her back in pleasure, writhing beneath his grip. He moved down to her belly, and fully removed her dress and tugged it off with her underwear in one swift motion. She blushed violently and tried to cover herself, but he stopped her with one intense word, “Don’t, I want to see all of you.”
Elora looked shy, with her cheeks burning in his direction as she realized that she was stark naked on a kitchen top, only in her nude pumps, while he was fully dressed.
He bent before her towards the kitchen counter, spreading her legs and exposing her completely to him. Azriel lowered his face to her womanhood, closing his lips around her swollen c******S.
Elora gasped with pleasure as his tongue swirled around the sensitive nub, teasing it gently. Her body trembled with pleasure as she felt his mouth on her most intimate part, and she gripped the edges of the kitchen counter, her breathing becoming heavy and desperate.
He slid one finger inside her, feeling how tight and slick she was. He groaned against her, knowing he wouldn’t last long once he entered her. He added a second finger and then, he curled his fingers upwards, finding the rough patch of skin on the front wall of her p***y and rubbing it at a steady pace.
Elora cried out, her body shaking as she experienced a sudden surge of pleasure. Azriel moved his fingers in and out of her, his thumb still working her c******s in slow, agonising circles. She tossed her head back, her whole body trembling with desire. Elora could feel that she was so close to her release, but he just stopped, leaving her confused.
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