“Mmmm….Jimmy…” I murmur, shutting my eyes to relish his caress.
My toes curl as I experience his lips kissing each cheek, his tongue gliding to the small of my back. I emit sounds of pleasure as he glides the tip of his member along my slit, tantalising me with both slow and rapid strokes without yet penetrating.
His tip grazes my c******s, eliciting a warm shiver along my spine. He seemed to relish the act of drawing me near the precipice, then retracts just prior to my disintegration. I perceive myself as a beggar for excess, yet I find pleasure in it.
Ultimately, he shows compassion and penetrates me with his substantial girth, my fingers clutching the sheets as he commences to thrust in and out. His movements are coarse and primal, yet exquisitely agonising. The sensual sounds of our flesh colliding and our moans permeate the night, with Jimmy into me like a man deprived of gratification.
My walls constrict around him as I approach the precipice, with Jimmy hovering over my form and biting my shoulder possessively.
When the pleasure becomes overwhelming, my face collapses against the mattress, my fangs sinking into the covers. An o****m surges through me, the eruption between my legs startling me as I have never experienced squirting before. Jimmy appears to derive satisfaction, as he accelerates his thrusts, seeking to replicate the experience.
He exhibits no compassion as he induces multiple o*****s, causing my legs to weaken and ultimately collapse beneath me while I moan unintelligibly.
Despite my prone position, he continues, albeit with reduced speed and increased determination. He tilts my head back to kiss me during intercourse, and when I finally see through my tears of ecstasy, I realise Jadi has returned to complete my experience. He penetrates gradually yet equally satisfyingly, each movement targeting all the appropriate areas.
“M-mine…” he groans, inundating me with his essence for the hundredth occasion.
He entwines our hands and secures them to the mattress as we experience our bliss, his lips continuing to venerate me.
Fatigued and coated in a fine sheen of perspiration, Jadi ultimately permits me to rest, withdrawing and kissing my forehead as he turns me onto my side. He dismounts the bed, proceeds to the bathroom and returns with a warm, damp towel to cleanse me. He is exceedingly gentle as he cleans the semen trailing along my inner thighs and even transports me to the toilet to urinate when I recognise that my legs are too fatigued to operate independently. As I conclude, Jadi replaces the sheets and opens the window to allow the breeze to refresh us.
He then transports me back to bed, ensuring to draw me near so that I may rest my head upon his chest. Jadi tenderly strokes my cheeks as we both attempt to fall asleep, although my thoughts drift to the dreamcatcher concealed in my suitcase.
He continues to experience nightmares… Who will supervise him during his slumber when he is absent? I ponder, nestling against the curve of his neck.
I shut my eyes, attuning to the rhythm of his heartbeat to soothe my tumultuous thoughts, however my mind drifts aimlessly, fixating on the recollection of my marking with Aldo.
Upon discovering his true nature, I distanced myself from him, disregarded his calls, and concentrated on my work instead. The silence treatment, however, was short-lived, since our connection rendered him irresistible. One kiss was sufficient for me to belong to him once more. That night, we engaged in intimacy, and as I reached climax, I had a sharp bite on my neck, a fusion of intense agony and profound ecstasy coursing through me.
“You belong to me now,” he stated before engaging in intercourse again, leaving me little time to comprehend his actions.
I was initially unaware of the events that transpired, and it was only upon becoming his Luna that I comprehended the significance of his mark.
As I recline on Jadi’s chest, entirely satisfied and nurtured, I understand that he and Aldo will never be identical.
Aldo appropriated from me at his discretion, asserting it was a cultural norm without reproach. In contrast, Jadi offers himself to me voluntarily, despite the fear it instills in him. He does not impose himself onto me. He remains in anticipation. He enquires initially. He holds me in esteem despite his lack of understanding. He loves me.
“So?” “I hiss, contemplating whether he remains awake.” He hums in acknowledgement while I trace small circles around his nipples, contemplating my forthcoming words.
A tranquil stillness envelops us before I ultimately convey my decision regarding his plea.
“Return to me unscathed from this conflict,” I whisper. “I shall permit you to designate me.”
As soon as I speak, the phone rings, disrupting our exquisite moment. I wish to disregard it, but as I extend my hand to silence my phone, I identify the caller ID.
“It is Priscilla,” I declare audibly, as Jadi and I both sit upright in response. “Greetings?” “
“Laura…” a man exhales. “It is I.”
My heart plummets when I identify the voice.
