The Wolf Came on Christmas (Johanna and Alexander) novel Chapter 143

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His kisses and soft bites left me at the edge of the abyss several times; he cheated by using his

nose to tease me. He didn’t hurt me, but I had given him the green light to proceed and it made me

very happy to notice that change. I appreciated that he obeyed his instincts without forgetting the

feelings that made him the person he was.

At last, it was only him and me, and the feelings that bound us.

There was no time for anything else, I suppose. The need was great; the need to feel closer than ever, to finally reach that consummation. We had the rest of the weekend to keep exploring and

pleasing each other at our leisure, so I tried not to delay it any further. I gave him space between my legs when I felt Alexander’s hands sliding down my waist to grip my hips once more, and I drew in a sharp breath at the first thrust. He growled, moaned something between his teeth and pushed

further, easing himself gently into me.

How can one concentrate on keeping sanity when it was so easy to be blinded by the little shivers

that made my hands tremble?

After four years without experiencing the joy of making love with anyone, I felt a little at a disadvantage at first. I felt pain, slight uncomfortable and annoying stings, but it was nothing out of this world. The familiar sensations slowly returned to me; I regained my senses. Alexander trembled almost as much as I did while he withdrew from my body and entered it again, slow and steady. We both needed to acclimate to the tension and to each other, especially me. Well, he was a man over six feet three tall; from that alone one could speculate about certain parts of his

anatomy.

Though, definitely, feeling him was better than thinking about it.

“Mm, you smell damn good, so delicious…” he declared, and leaned down to kiss me once he had pushed fully inside me, and I received him with a pleased sigh. I left my trembling hands on his shoulders. Alexander pulled only a few millimeters away from my lips and added, “Are you okay?”

What was I supposed to tell him? I didn’t even know where to begin.

there’s something I haven’t told you,” I said.

“What is it?” His brow furrowed adorably.

“I’m sorry, Alexander, but I’m not a virgin. Will you forgive me?”

He frowned even more and shook his head, annoyed.

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I couldn’t help laughing at his warning growl; I felt so good…

“I’m fine, really. This is like riding a bicycle, right?”

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“I’m sorry to disagree, but if riding a bicycle were that pleasurable, no one would have a car.”

“Mmm, good point,” I agreed, and stretched my neck to bite his chin. Since we were both in a good mood, I decided to play along. “And when do you think you’ll start doing those werewolf things? I’m

dying to see them. I’m sure it’s very exciting.”

“Like this?”

He quickly fell on my throat with electrifying bites and soft licks again, and took advantage of my

moment of pleasure to divide his efforts and attack on two fronts, moving his hips against mine. That was even better. I dug my fingers into his forearms, I didn’t know what to do with my legs; I could only feel him moving over me, inside me, crossing through me with patience but firmness. The pain was no longer a nuisance; my body received him gladly. My pulse shot to the clouds.

Alexander was not immune to the effects of our lovemaking either; as I ran my fingers down his

back, besides the movement of dozens of tense muscles, I felt a thin layer of sweat, the agitation

of his breathing on my neck, in his kisses, in his pants. By then, the only way I could express

anything to him was through short sounds, moans of delight, deep groans; it made every nerve stand on end to hear the low and satisfied growls he gave back to me.

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However, when I wrapped my legs around his waist, Alexander let go and his fingers dug into the carpet on either side of my shoulders. I felt the boiling brush of his tongue on my chest, the deeper,

stronger and faster thrust of his hips.

The next time he kissed me, he bit me hard. I felt pain, but no regret.

I gathered enough coordination among those tingles of pleasure that left me relaxed, hungry and weak, to search for his face again and hold it with both hands. Pressing my forehead to his, I

whispered:

“… I’m here, with you,” I told him confidently. “… enjoy it as much as I do; I’m with you.”

Perhaps my words touched a very sensitive fiber inside him, because Alexander growled something I didn’t understand and drove into me harder. I felt like screaming, although I only let out a long, burning moan. It felt good, more than good! I buried my fingers in his hair and let him take possession of me however he pleased; I felt myself getting closer and closer to the inevitable end. Hot. Intensely flushed. I moaned and writhed beneath his weight, beneath the kiss and the pressure of his tongue on my n*****s. Everything contributed, all at the same time. I was going to explode. The familiar sensation, the path to the peak of pleasures, was already making me vibrate inside. Every time he crashed into me eagerly, he dragged me a few inches backward across the

carpet.

I had never felt like this; my heart wanted to jump and jump! I heard him say my name, with anxiety,

desperation.

Alexander lifted his hips slightly, and something changed. He struck an extremely sensitive corner inside me and sent me into the void; my body reacted on its own, arching toward him until not an inch of my sweaty, hot skin remained without brushing against his, and the orgasm overtook me. I don’t know whether I screamed or not, but I’m pretty sure I couldn’t have done less. It was aggressive, devastating; every muscle in my body contracted at once and then released into extreme relaxation. I trembled, overwhelmed with delight. The heat was like a gigantic wave that spread through my arms and legs, born in my belly and intensifying a little more with each new

thrust Alexander drove into me.

He had not yet reached his own release, but the fierce and sexy growl that left his lips when he felt the tenacious grip of my insides testified that he wasn’t far either. Although one part of me felt satisfied and wanted to stop to breathe, the other remained very attentive and awake, urging me

to accompany Alexander to the end.

Ripples and more ripples of pleasure and lust ran through my body like a soft electric current,

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A moment later, his way of loving me became even rougher; Alexander dug his fingers into my hips and clenched his jaw with wild fury. His eyes were closed, his fangs exposed. I marveled at seeing

the thick veins stand out beneath his skin, on his forearms and arms, on his neck; the sweat that shone in the firelight and the strength of his thrust, increasingly demanding, deeper, harder, more…

I must admit that, at least for a second, I thought he would transform.

But then, when it seemed he wouldn’t be able to endure any longer, his whole body stiffened and

he released the pressure of his jaws. I don’t know if he howled or screamed, or if it was both at

once. Probably yes, it sounded like both. Every visible muscle turned rock–hard beneath my hands; an exquisite warmth filled me completely as Alexander let himself go in his own orgasm.

It was beautiful. So exciting and beautiful.

Almost a minute passed like that, very still, holding his breath in his chest, until his shoulders trembled in a shiver and he leaned on his elbows over me in a gesture of weakness. He was panting like an old dog, ironically, and I could do nothing but smile and stroke his arms, his shoulders, his face; I wanted to wrap my arms around him and draw him to my chest, holding him

there for a moment in peace, until we had both recovered our lost breath. I wanted him to relax and enjoy those minutes of placidity and complete satisfaction that come after such good

exercise.

Because, for me, it had been more than good.

He did not respond to my attempts to embrace him; he was still very tense, motionless. I could feel him inside me; we were both throbbing almost in unison, but something did not seem right.

“Alexander…” I called him. He did not answer. “Alexander?”

He was breathing with almost inhuman agitation; but then again, he was not entirely human. I

could not see his eyes because he had his head bowed, and I did not like the way his shoulders continued trembling, or…

“… give me a minute,” he pleaded, his voice soft as a moan.

“Are you okay?”

“… I’m great, just, please… a minute. Still… God…”

Oh, of course. How could I not notice?

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