Chapter 32

As he kissed her, his hands began moving again, this time lifting up her blouse to bare her breasts. He broke the kiss so that he could look at her properly. His hands skimmed over her belly, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples.

"You’re beautiful," he said, and he planted a kiss on her left breast. "If you don’t like what I’m doing, just tell me, ok?"

She nodded, and he fastened his mouth over her nipple, sucking at it with a steady, maddening pressure. Gasps of pleasure jolted through her body. She wanted to touch herself there to try to alleviate some of the pressure, but she touched him instead.

As he continued to suckle her breasts. His hands fumbled for a moment at the catch of her skirt, and then it was gone along with her pants, in one smooth gesture. His lips traced a burning path down from her bellybutton to her core, but there he stopped. His head hovered above her for several moments and thendipped. His tongue began to lap up and down her slit, lapping at her flesh. She groaned and trembled. She tangled her fingers through his dark hair. Her moans turned into strangled gasps. She felt her inner muscles spasm.

Her entire body stiffened up as the electricity inside her burst forth and coursed up and down her every limb. She bucked against him as she spasmed and shuddered. His tongue continued to flicker ever more rapidly back and forth over her clitoral area until she was certain that her body would shut down due to an overload of sensation. When finally the spasms quiet down to sporadic twitches. He pulled his head away and moved so that he was lying over top of her. His body pressed against hers, warm and firm, his cock hard and struggling against the stretchy cotton of his boxers. He kissed her.

"That was good." She whispered.

He smiled and whispered back, "Not as good as what’s coming next."

He sat up and pulled off his shirt and pants. His cock sprang out all at once, fully erect and larger than she remembered. She stared at it, and he laughed softly.

"Don’t look at me like that." He said, reaching for a condom from the nightstand. "I want to make you feel good."

She was done battling her body, even if she may not enjoy that her wolf was taking control of her. After tonight, hopefully she would stop longing for him.

His hands grasped her waist pulling her ass up off the bed. She let her head rest on the bed, her legs tucking under as he raised it up.

His hands slide over her soft flesh to hold onto her waist. She sighed softly in anticipation as she felt his cockroach brush against her, sliding between her lips as a shiver ran up her spine. He held it in place, tesing for some time.

"Please, she whispered, her voice filled with desire. With a deep growl, he finally entered her, filling her completely and igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t ignore.

She felt his cock stretch her open, filling her as it pushed inside.

He held inside while his hands roamed up and played with her nipples, tweaking them hard, bringing another moan from her lips as they sent a jolt of pleasure through her body.

His hands took hold of her waist again, pulling his cock out, and then thrust back in firmly.

"Fuck." He sighed as he pulled out and thrust back in again, sending another wave of pleasure.

He continued ramming, his movements becoming more urgent and intense with each thrust. She arched her back in response, meeting his rhythm with equal fervour, their bodies moving together in a passionate dance. He rested his forehead on hers and kissed her while thrusting. The left a trail of kisses down her neck, making her shiver with anticipation. With each kiss, she felt herself getting closer to the edge of ecstasy.

He licked her neck and she felt his teeth graze her neck. She froze and turned away, even though her wolf begged to surrender and get marked. He got the hint and stopped immediately, looking into her eyes.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you," he whispered softly, his hand gently caressing her cheek. She took a deep breath, trying to be calm; he hadn’t stopped thrusting though.

Her world was going hazy as he kept fucking faster. She gripped the sheets and moaned mindlessly each time he slammed his cock into her. There was nothing more to do but moan and take his thrusts.

Her eyes started to roll back in her head as he increased the pace. Hs cock driving deep inside, balls slapping against her with each thrust.

As another orgasm engulfed her body, he gave one final thrust and burrowed himself to the very last inch. The force of his final thrust sent her over the edge. She came hard, spasming on him as he followed after with a groan. They remained intertwined together and did it again, this time slower.

Olivia lay breathless in Asher’s arms. She knew she needed to leave, but the warmth of his embrace made it hard to find the will to move.

"Listen, I have to go," she whispered.

He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there as if trying to hold on to the moment. "Stay," he murmured.

Olivia closed her eyes, savouring the feel of his kiss and the warmth of his touch. But she knew she couldn’t stay, no matter how much a part of her wanted to. "I can’t," she replied, forcing herself to sit up and reach for her clothes.

Asher watched her silently, a feeling of longing washing over him as he saw her begin to dress.

"Olivia, you are..." he began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words. He didn’t want to sound desperate, but the thought of her leaving left him feeling hollow.

"I have to go home," she said firmly, pulling her blouse over her head and avoiding his gaze. She didn’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes or the hurt she knew she was causing. It was easier to focus on the task at hand—getting dressed, putting distance between them.

"I will call you," she said.

With that, she opened the door and stepped out, leaving Asher alone in the room. The door closed behind her with a soft click, and he was left staring at the empty space where she had been.