The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 193

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His tongue dragged flat from my entrance up to my clit, slow and bread, lapping up the wetness I’d made for him. I arched, back

bowing off the mattress, hands twisting into the sheets as he repeated it–long, deliberate strokes that made my toes curl.

He didn’t rush, alternating licks with soft sucks on my folds, his breath fanning hot over the sensitive skin. Pleasure built in waves,

cresting higher each time his tongue flicked just right, my moans spilling out unchecked, filling the dim room.

“Zayn… please,” I whispered, the plea raw in my throat, my body thrumming with need–wanting his mouth harder, his fingers back

inside, anything to push me over.

He hummed against me, the vibration pulling a gasp from my lips, then sealed his mouth over my clit, sucking with steady pulls

while his fingers returned, sliding deep once more.

They thrust in rhythm with his tongue, curling and twisting until the tension snapped. I came hard, walls fluttering around him, a

sharp cry tearing from me as ecstasy ripped through, leaving me shuddering and spent.

But he kept going, softer now, drawing out the aftershocks until I whimpered from the overstimulation.

Only then did he rise, crawling up my body, his cock heavy and flushed as he nudged it against my entrance. The head teased along my slit, coating itself in my release, back and forth, until I was rocking up to meet him.

“Ready for me?” he rasped, voice thick with his own restraint, forehead pressed to mine.

I nodded, hands framing his face to pull him into a kiss–tasting myself on his lips–as he pushed in. Slow at first, the stretch

burning sweet, then deeper, filling me until our hips met.

His cock filled me so completely, the initial stretch giving way to a full, throbbing pressure that made my inner walls grip him tight. I gasped into the kiss, tasting the salt of our shared sweat on his tongue as he held still for a moment, buried to the hilt, letting me

adjust.

My legs, still tangled in the half–down jeans, strained against the denim cuffs, the fabric rubbing rough against my calves with every

subtle shift.

Zayn broke the kiss first, pulling back just enough to watch my face his dark eyes locked on mine as he started to move.

Slow drags out, almost all the way, until just the head notched at my entrance, then a deliberate push back in, deeper each time,

like he was claiming every inch.

My hands roamed his back, nails scraping down the flexing muscles, urging him on without words. The bed creaked under us, sheets twisting as I arched up to meet him, the rhythm syncing–thrust, withdraw, thrust–building that slick friction that had my breath

hitching.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly, his mouth trailing to my neck, teeth grazing the skin he’d marked

earlier.

Each roll of his hips sent sparks through me, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me. I clenched around him, deliberate, drawing

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a groan from his throat that vibrated against my collarbone. My pussy was soaked, easing the slide, but the jeans at my knees kept my thighs from spreading wider, forcing a tighter angle that made every penetration feel more intense, more possessive.

Time blurred in the dim light of his room, the air thick with the scent of sex–musky and raw, mingling with the faint trace of his

cologne.

I lost myself in it, in the way his body covered mine, heavy and warm, his hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb flicking the hardened nipple until I whimpered.

Pleasure coiled again, slower this time, winding tight from the base of my spine, my hips lifting to chase it.

“Harder,” I finally whispered, the word slipping out unbidden, my hesitation from before dissolving into pure want.

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