Chapter 6 Taste

Jasmine

Time seems to stand still, like there’s only this moment, this kiss, his body presses against mine in his bed. The danger, the complications, the consequences, and the heartbreak all fade away. I can think of them later, but right now, I want this. I want this dangerous burning passion between us.

When we finally break apart, he stares at me with such vehemence I can melt in an instant. My lips are tingling, and my heart is thumping in wild rhythm. His eyes are dark with lust, and his breathing is ragged.

Then his lips are back on mine, but only for a second before he moves his head down and captures my breast.

I choke a gasp in response. The feel of his hot mouth and his talented tongue around my nipple makes my sex ache and drench with need.

“Alek.” I moan loudly, gripping his hair tightly as he sucks on my nipple.

We haven’t had sex yet, yet I already lose myself in the sensation of his scorching touches and his mouth.

As he sucks and licks at my other stiffened nipple, I writhe under him as the intensifying ache in my sex becomes difficult to ignore.

“Goddess, Alek.” I shudder, rocking my hips against him.

When he releases my breast, he stares at me, licking his lips. His hair is disheveled, but he looks hot and lethal nonetheless.

“What do you want, Jasmine?” Even my name sounds beautiful in his sexy voice.

“I want you.” I shiver at my boldness, but this is something I need to do while Liam only reasoned out that it was best to keep it until our wedding night.

“Good, but first, I need to prove my theory.”

Confused, I stare at him, but he’s already trailing kisses down my abdomen. Each time his lips touch my skin, I pant in response.

He spreads me wide apart without warning. The cool air hits my wet core, making my face even hotter. He then kneels between my spread legs, running his hands on my inner thighs.

I bite my bottom lip hard enough that it can draw blood while my chest is heaving raggedly. 

Considering no man has ever kissed my sex, I don’t know what to feel, and I don’t know how to react. Should I stop him? This is too intimate considering we don’t know each other, and we’re here in this moment because I’m his captor. 

Although I touched myself and watched p**n to learn how sex is done between partners, this is different.

“Alek.” I pant.

“I’m here with you, Jasmine.” He just finishes his words, and he’s already licking my sex, running his tongue between my soft folds.

Gasping, my clutch on his hair tightens, pushing his head down to where I ache the most, and because people are right, it feels good. I feel good that someone like Alek would want to go down on me.

“Goddess.” I moan. My legs spread wider at their own accord, and I begin rocking my hips into his face shamelessly as he tongues my most sensitive nub. When he pulls it into his mouth, I cry out, throwing my head back.

He sucks me and eats me like his favorite meal.

My breathing catches audibly in my throat as I moan, and I don’t know how to put myself together. It just feels so good that I don’t want it to end, but I also want to experience a real orgasm, not manipulated by battery-operated toys or my fingers.

As I start to feel slick under his tongue and my core clenches, he pushes a finger inside me, and that’s it. That’s what orgasm feels like—

Goddess. I cry out the name of my captor—the first man who gave me orgasm. My whole body clenches in a release so intense, and the pleasure radiates out of me in pulsing scorching waves that blast through me, and I splinter into a million stars and float in the galaxy.

And I come back with gasping whimpers as the realization hits me, but the embarrassment only fuels my arousal as he penetrates me by adding another finger, stretching me.

The ache of his thick and long finger working into me and from the resistance of his intrusion transforms into something ardent, coiling in my core.

My heart thumps wildly as he twists his fingers inside me and resumes sucking on my clit. If I had an intense orgasm a minute ago, maybe this one is nuclear.

He hits something that makes my eyes roll back, and my hips arch off the bed. I throw my head as I push his head down to my sex.

My inner walls instantly clamp tight and quiver around his fingers. Every muscle in my body clenches as another orgasm hits me.

Alek then moves up, covering me with his hard body, cupping my head, and crashes his lips against mine in a hard kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth, allowing me to taste myself.

I’m abashed, but I’m mortified that I like the way I taste and hungrily suck his tongue, making him groan.

I freeze. My face heats. He doesn’t like what I do.

As he pulls his head away, I don’t want to see the look on his face. At this time, I want to disappear.

“I like what you did. I love it. Nothing you can do that makes me hate it.”

When I open my eyes, he not only looks satisfied. He also looks like he’s about to maul me with the lust and hunger filling his eyes. I also sense his struggle.

“I love your taste on my tongue, and yes, it’s better than I imagined,” he says as he pushes his boxers down, and his cock springs free, hitting my thigh. By the feel of it, it’s heavy and definitely gigantic. I may not see it, but I saw the huge bulge earlier in the bathroom.

When he lines his cock against my still swollen and pulsing entrance, I prepare for the worst.

I tense, and he knows it, gripping his huge biceps, but I need him to defile me and pop my cherry. “Do it.”

With a low, harsh groan, he rubs his head against my wet folds, shuddering every time it brushes my clit. “Relax. It hurts you more if you’re tense and your muscles are tight.”

“I can take it. Just do it.”

“As much as I love your courage right now, I don’t want to tear you and wait until you heal to take you again. Now I taste and feel you, I want more of you, and I want all of you. And you don’t have a wolf yet, your healing process is just as the human body does.” He kisses me softly as he pushes the tip of his cock at my entrance, and I instantly feel the resistance.

I widen my thighs and wrap my legs around his narrow waist, pushing him down.

“I warn you, Khrysanya.”

“I’m not a china—” He finishes my words by lowering his head and capturing my mouth again. This time, the kiss is harder, savage, and violent, which scares me. It should scare me.

“Alek—” I push him hard on his head.

“What?” He growls at me, his eyes darkening like a storm. “Isn’t this—”

“Condom.”

His fierce gaze instantly softens. “I can’t bear children.”

“What?” That’s the last thing I expect he would say, which really surprises me. “Oh, sorry.”

“It’s better this way,” he says, but I still see the pain crossing his eyes. “I’m clean. I swear.”

“Well, I’ve never been with a man, but I’m clean, too. And werewolves can’t catch STDs, right?”

“Good.” He kisses me back with the same fervor. He doesn’t even allow me to take a breath as he surges into me.

My sex clenches in panicked resistance as my inner walls give way under his assault.

I’m wet, but I’m still tight. It hurts like my whole body is about to split open with his intrusion.

I feel like I’m stuffed with a huge dildo available on the market, but this time, it’s a warm cock in my pussy. Yes, in my pussy with a cock inside me.

I feel so full and stretched, but he’s not even all in.