Eira’s POV
My entire body burned, as if my soul itself was set on fire. The cold water did nothing to soothe it, yet the instant he touched , a wave of calming chill spread through , wrapping around my senses like relief I had been craving.
I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to resist. I only wanted the pain to end, and he was the answer my body had already chosen. I trusted him. Every word. Every promise.
When he said I wouldn’t regret this night with him, my body believed him long before my mind could catch up. My wolf trusted him completely, responding to his presence, drowning in his scent, ready to give in to everything he was offering.
His eyes closed as his nose brushed against mine, a primal instinct taking over, a beast drawn helplessly to its mate’s scent. I mirrored him, breathing him in, just before his lips crashed into mine with a hunger so fierce it stole the air from my lungs. My wolf purred in approval, eager, desperate, surrendering without hesitation.
The water rippled around us as his mouth claid mine, deep and demanding, pulling into him, pressing our bodies together. My back hit the cold stone wall of the pool, the contrast making gasp, but his hand cradled the back of my head instantly, shielding from the hardness, while his other arm locked around my waist, holding firmly in place.
I kissed him back with everything I had, pouring every suppressed ache, every unspoken desire into that kiss. My body responded on instinct alone, lting into his touch, into the quiet promise in the way he held , safe against the stone, shielded from the world.
Our breaths tangled, hot and uneven, as his mouth devoured mine like he was starving for . His tongue invaded mine relentlessly, teeth grazing and tugging at my lips, stealing every last breath from my chest until I could do nothing but cling to him.
His large palm slid over my curves, possessive and needy, before settling over my chest, fingers squeezing and kneading my mounds with desperate intent. A broken moan escaped as my body arched into his touch, pushing myself closer, craving more, needing more.
When he finally pulled back just enough for to gasp for air, both his hands moved to my back. In the next heartbeat, fabric tore under his grip, my dress giving way completely, leaving bare against him, exposed to the cold water and the heat of his body all at once.
"Roman..."
I whispered against his lips, my breathing just as heavy as his, but my voice faltered the mont I felt his hand slide between my thighs, his fingers brushing gently through my wet folds.
A shaky breath escaped as my body trembled under the touch of his fingers, skilfully exploring my pussy, unrestraint, sending sparks through every nerve.
"Were you saying sothing?" he whispered against my gasping lips.
My lips parted to answer, but he pinched my clit, and a loud moan spilled from before I could form a single word.
"Hmm?" he asked again.
He was surely teasing .
Before I could respond, his finger slipped inside , replacing my words with wild moans and a single breathless answer, "Yes..."
My soul was screaming inside, begging him to continue.
He captured my mouth once more, and this ti I felt him add another finger, stretching slowly, deliberately, as if preparing .
But I was already more than ready. I was ready to take all of him, my body completely losing itself to the heat raging within .
"Roman..." I whispered again, desperation gripping my soul. "I... am ready..."
The mont the words left my lips, I felt his body tense. Our gazes t, his eyes darkening with the primal desire I was leading him toward, allowing him to claim.
His fingers stopped moving inside . That sa hand slid along my thigh, lifting it, while his other hand held my waist, raising effortlessly.
As if in perfect sync, I circled my arms around his neck, letting him lift higher. Both my legs wrapped around his waist, and his hands settled under my naked butt, holding as if I weighed nothing.
My face was level with his now. He gazed at wordlessly, eyes dark, the muscles of his neck and shoulders tense, as if he was barely restraining the beast inside him.
I felt his hard cock nudging against my pussy. I didn’t even realise when he had removed his pants.
He held steady as he prepared to enter . I clung to him firmly, my body humming with anticipation. He moved carefully, filling slowly, deliberately, not wanting to overwhelm .
A loud gasp tore from my lips as I felt his thick, warm cock enter .
But the very next mont, his mouth sealed over mine, swallowing that gasp whole, thrusting hard inside at once, as if he had finally lost patience after trying so hard to stay in control.
A wild growl escaped him the instant he was buried deep inside , his entire body tensing before he began to move, restrained yet powerful.
Gosh, he felt so damn good inside , hitting just the right place, making go crazier than I already was with each deep thrust.
"More..."
Loud moans followed that single word, the only thing I could manage to say. He held firmly and gave exactly what I asked for, making co in no ti as waves of my first orgasm washed over .
I clung to him as my body trembled violently, my breathing ragged and uneven.
He stopped then, letting absorb those pleasant monts my body had been craving.
Once I finally cald down, he pulled out of , his cock still pulsating, hot and wild, before gently setting back on my feet.
Before I could fully understand what was happening, I was already turned around, facing the stone wall behind . His strong torso pressed against my delicate back as he guided both my hands forward, settling them against the wall for support.
"Fucking you like this has been a dream," he whispered into my ear. "That first day in the bathroom, I barely held back from fucking you. It was hard... I was hard..."
His tone was wild and suggestive as his hand gently caressed my buttcheeks.
He was referring to the first ti he had helped bathe.
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