Novel & Cerita Pure Romance Basic Instinct

The slaves gasped at my endurance, and I refused to lower the other knee. "Princess Miatta, isn't it? I have heard a lot about you and your legendary stubbornness, but alas, even your pride and your coward of an Alpha could not save your pack from our own hands. I promise to break you until you learn to respect your betters, until you will voluntarily kiss my feet whenever I am in your presence. "Never!" I swore, and I raised my head to meet her eyes. You may beat me up, torture me, but you can never break my spirit. I am a proud daughter of the household of the Black Fur Pack, and neither you nor your alpha can teach me any manners. "

We continued to go wild singing and moving, not dancing, to songs we knew and to those we didn't know we ignored and spent the time it took, talking and laughing. One song came on and he stood up, taking my hand and making me stand up. Maybe it was the alcohol or just me but I gave him my back… He placed his hands on my waist and stepped closer, making his front and my ass touch. I arched my back, pressing my ass against the bulge I could feel against his jeans. I grinded slowly, like it was accidental. It wasn’t. His hands on my waist guided my hips slowly against the bulge.

He made a guttural sound and arched beneath me, his hands clenching on the sheet. “fuck,” I said again, and another low animal sound came from him as his control shattered and he grabbed my hips, grinding me in a rotating motion against him. “Isabella,” he groaned, shaking. His body was taut and straining beneath me. I moved on him, rising, sliding, falling. Now it was my turn, and I did a primeval dance of passion, slowing whenever it seemed that my motions would take either of us past the point of no return. I was no longer so painfully empty; I was filled with him, an intense satisfaction in itself.