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A deadly mistake

Author: November
last update Last Updated: 2022-10-20 20:08:23

Messiah Jordy I had the sense that someone was watching me from the second I took my shirt off, but I did not bother to listen to Axl. I continued to undress myself, getting ready to lie down on the small spring bed at the edge of the room. I specifically loved the bed so much because I had singlehandedly constructed it myself some years back.  As I tilted my neck to the window side to get a clearer view of the set of eyes that peered from my window. As soon as he saw that I had found him, his blood seemed to drain from his face and he turned white in that instant. I probably should have screamed as loud as I could seeing that someone had been watching me get undressed, but not this time. Axl, my wolf, seemed to enjoy the presence of the strange man whom he had identified a while ago. I did not know how he had gotten here and why he followed me, but I just found myself enjoying his presence, enjoying the fact that he was looking at me. Axl seemed to want to be around him more than usual, and so did I.  He did not take his eyes off me for a second. Piercing cobalt blue orbs stared at me, while his silver locs of hair danced with the wind on his head. He stood tall and gallant, even if he had that look in his eyes as if he has just seen a ghost. His chiseled jaw and full mouth were on full display in front of my eyes. I found myself admiring him and wanting him to watch me, instead of loathing him for being... well, whatever he was being.  I didn't know how, I sure as hell didn't know why, but I started to walk towards the window he was watching me from. I expected him to turn around and make a run for it, but he stood his ground and kept his eyes on mine. I stood by the window and watched him struggle to keep his eyes on my face. From the hardness of his chiseled jaw, I could tell that he was fighting hard not to allow his gaze drop to my bare chest.  Such a gentleman.  I flashed him a seductive smile as I arched my right brow at him. He seemed shocked at first, then confused the next. I was starting to grow impatient. Couldn't he see that I wanted him to come to me?  "You can come in. I don't bite. The door is by your left, and it's opened." I heard myself say. I watched as his eyes danced to the left, before he looked back at me. He seemed hesitant for a short while, but it was only a matter of seconds before he disappeared from where he stood. I had barely counted up to three seconds when the wooden door pushed open and he stormed into the room.  His eyes were filled with questions, so many questions. But between those questions was a gleam of desire, of want, of need. And that was the emotion I chose to act upon. He stood barely inches away from me and we kept our gazes locked. His cobalt blue eyes raked down my body.  I saw the lust light up like a torch in his eyes when his gaze landed on my chest. He swallowed hard, and even though I did not know what that gesture meant, I had a feeling that I liked what it stood for. "Why are you standing so far away? Why don't you come closer?" It was like I talked faster than I thought. And he listened and obeyed quicker than he reasoned.  In one swift motion, the strange man took his stance in front of me. His rough palm cupped the back of my neck as he looked down into my eyes. His orbs dropped to my lips and his tongue wet his lower lip in a slow and sensual motion. I wanted him to do that to me too.  I didn't have to ask him this time. He leaned into me and kissed me. His lips tasted of grape and liquor, an erroneous and sensual mix. I plastered my palm on his hard muscular chest to savor the feeling of his skin. He was a big man, standing over one feet and six inches above me. I had never seen anyone as big and handsome as he was. He could have easily passed as an angel.  "You are very beautiful." He whispered against my lips. I felt a strange heat form in the middle of my legs. I did not think I had ever felt that before. The heat made me warm inside, down to my stomach. It made me itch there too, itch for his touch.  He released the back of my neck and placed his hand on my cheek. His warm thumb grazed the skin of my face and spread out to my wet lips he had just kissed. A raw sensation, something as strong and voracious as hunger rose up in me. I was needy for a lot of things, and none of them had anything to do with food.  "You like beautiful girls, don't you?" I heard myself whisper. He chuckled softly and nodded his head.  "Yes." Both of his hands found my bare ass and squeezed it gently. A shockwave of pleasure rippled through my skin, causing my muscles and the hairs of my skin to stand alert. He lowered his lips to the back of my right ear and flicked his tongue against my earlobe.  I thought I would run mad with desire, but he did not let that happen. He picked me up from the ground and took me to the bed. I did not know how it would hold the both of us, and I did not care. The only thing I knew was that I wanted him more than anything else at that moment.  He placed me on the bed and started to trace kisses all over my face, down to my neck and belly button, before he traveled to the valley between my chest. I was too busy enjoying his kisses that I did not hear when he unfastened the zip of his trousers, and I did not see when he pulled the waistband of his trousers down his waist.  I threw my head backwards, savoring the feeling of his lips against my bare skin when I felt a sharp pain between my legs.  Shit!  I groaned in pain as forced his huge dick into me, tearing the walls of my flesh open. It hurt and stung badly. I had never had anything or anyone down there before. This was my first time. No one had ever told me it'd hurt so much, but I guess it was because I wasn't supposed to know.  He continued to pound his flesh in and out of me. The pain soon disappeared, even though the sore feeling remained, but the pleasure he was mounting at the pit of my stomach was worth it, so worth it.  It felt so good that I found myself wishing it would last forever. When I couldn't hold the feeling in my stomach anymore, I let myself release and ease out of my stress. He did the same in me as he let out a loud grunt, before he crumbled into the small space beside me.  The next thing I felt was the ray of the sun from the window in front of me hit my eyes. I shielded my eyes with the back of my right palm as I slowly opened my eyes.  I found myself naked, which wasn't a weird sight, but I almost screamed when I saw the man lying next to me. My eyes flew open and I felt my heart jump out of my mouth. I tried to shift from the bed, but ended up falling to the ground.  The middle of my legs felt sore like I had been injured, but I knew it was no injury.  I slept with a man who I did not know, and allowed him take my fucking virginity!  By the goddess, I wanted to do a lot of things; scream, cry, stab him, claw my eyes out, die. How could I have made such a stupid mistake?! How?  I quickly found my clothes on the floor and wore them over my body. I made sure I tied the cloth around my breast. I closed my eyes and prayed earnestly to the goddess that he was as drunk as I was last night. I did not want him to have memory of anything, especially me. If anyone found out about what happened between us, I would be dead.  I tiptoed out of the room as fast as I could, making sure that he was still soundly asleep. Immediately both my legs were out of the room, I ran into the woods as fast as my legs could carry me. I did not look back, not for once. 

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