Winter Wolf - Chapter 17. Side Story 3

Side Story. Part 3

Ian rem*mbered the sight of his wife aiming a gun at Gray. He recalled her story of finding Terrence Cadas thanks to a clue from Gray, and his embarra$sing moments involving a confession potion.

But because of that, he could open up to her completely. They washed away old grudges and misunderstandings and began to weave a future together that would never break. Like a sword forged solidly after a harsh tempering.

Ian, reminiscing, gave a sheepish smile.

“In the end… I’m grateful.”

Gray, who had been staring at him, raised his glass without hesitation.

“Don’t mention it.”

The two men toasted and took a light sip of their drinks before standing up. It was time to wrap up the last main dish.

“Daddy! Uncle! Come here quickly!”

Rowena waved her hand with a big smile.

***

The night grew deeper.

The child was asleep in her room, and the detective bade them farewell before leaving. While the couple finished the remaining drinks, the campfire began to die down.

Ian felt his wife’s head resting lightly on his shoulder and looked down at her.

“Mmm…”

Perhaps due to intoxication, Lysithea murmured in her sleep. She had comfortably rested her head on his broad shoulder as if using it as a pillow. Ian found himself smiling unconsciously as he called to her.

“Lysithea.”

“Mmm, Ian…”

“Come here.”

He gently turned his body and held his wife in his strong arms as always. Feeling his tender touch, Lysithea sighed contentedly and rested her cheek against him.

“I feel good.”

“You look it.”

He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. Lysitheia let out a short laugh and shifted her position. He strolled into the bedroom with a spring in his step, feeling like he was entering a newlywed room, which he hadn’t done in a while. Since their daughter was born, he’d been so busy holding her that he hadn’t often held his wife.

“It’s warm…”

Lysithea murmured as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her body was pleasantly warm from the alcohol.

Ian gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and helped her lie down on the bed. From her deep, relaxed breaths, there was a very slight smell of wine.

“You didn’t drink too much, did you?”

“Yeah, I guess I’m just excited.”

“Did you have that much fun?”

He asked gently as he started to take her clothes off. Lysithea helped her out of her top, unb*ttoning it gently as she did so.

“Today was really enjoyable. It keeps making me think of the old days.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“About you and…”

Her eyes grew distant as if lost in memories. It seemed to him that he could almost see the journey unfolding in her mind.

The howling wind, the occasional sound of wolves, the crackling of the hearth, and the two of them warming each other on the bed.

Lysithea whispered the same scene with a shy voice.

“The night we hugged and fell asleep in that mansion…”

Listening quietly, Ian moved to her side. He embraced her tightly, almost as if to the point of breathlessness, and whispered.

His passionate look made her heart beat faster. Even after so many years together, the feelings were still fresh and intense.

As his body moved closer to hers, she immersed herself in the warmth and intensity of the moment. Their bodies pressed together, and the warmth and passion deepened their connection.

“Lysithea…” Ian whispered.

“I’m happy to be with you.”

Her eyes welled up with tears of emotion as she smiled at his words. They both felt the specialness of the moment, enjoying it fully.

“I want you to be with me for the long haul, and hopefully it will be a happy one. Just wait for me.”

As Lysithea extended her hands in a gesture of longing, he reached out to embrace her, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

“Ah, mmm…!”

His descending lips explored Lysithea without hesitation. She removed her interfering clothes and clung to him.

Ian cupped her chin and cheeks in his hands and kissed her deeply. In the past, Lysithea would have been at a loss, her lips only fluttering. But over time, she had grown accustomed to feeling desire and now eagerly opened her mouth to welcome his tongue.

Amid moist, heavy breaths, their bodies tangled heatedly. The mix of alcohol and lust made their heads spin, but Lysithea diligently explored his body.

She wanted him to be even tougher. She hoped he would release the boiling heat inside her fully, over and over again throughout the night, holding each other and shivering with cl*max.

“Yes, Ian… I’m suffocating breath…”

But he was even more excited than Lysithea had thought. When she pushed against his aggressively pressing chest, he reluctantly pulled away his lips and removed her skirt. Lysithea tried her best to unfasten his buttons, but he was much faster at undressing her.

“Let go.”

Ian looked down at his n*ked wife and quickly tore off his shirt as if ripping the buttons apart, tossing it aside. While she curled her hands in confusion, he swiftly unfastened his belt and pulled down his pants.

Lysithea was captivated by his toned, bare physique. She felt like she just had to touch him, be wrapped up in his big frame, take in everything he had to offer and bite his shoulders while catching her breath.

“Come on…”

As Lysithea urged, his solid chest pressed directly against her br*asts. As she gasped for air from the intense kiss, he grabbed her hands and held them above her head with one hand.

“Ha, uhh…”

Lysithea exhaled with excitement, writhing. Ian left brief kisses on her neck and collarbone, then gently n*bbled at the edges of her br*asts.

“Oh, Ian…!”

The sensation was as meticulous and exquisite as licking whipped cream. The ticklish and dizzying pl*asure made her already warm body even hotter due to the alcohol.

Lysithea instinctively tried to pull her wrists away, but he pressed down harder and moved his hand lower.

“Uhh, wait a moment…”

“Don’t pull away. Spread your legs more.”

His big hand moved between her legs. Lysithea was so heated that she was unaware of how w*t she had become.

“Ah…!”

But as his fingers slid across the tight flesh and dug deep inside, hot juices flowed out that she could feel. Ian slipped another finger in, probing the w*tness inside.

“It’s been pooling in here. A lot of it.”

There was a deep satisfaction in his voice. Lysithea bit her lip in embarrassment as he moved his hand, the wet flesh rubbing against each other, making a squishy sound. She moaned and twisted as his sticky fingertips brushed against her p*ssy.

She felt like she was going to c*m before he did. She looked up at him and whimpered.

“Ian, stop… now, put it in me….”

“No. More.”

He leaves a quick kiss and whispers.

“I want to make it long tonight.”

Lysithea stared at him, her eyes wide. They usually did it to the point of exhaustion, but longer than that?

“What the… ah!”

Finally, something he was too afraid to remove his hand from pushed inside her, his p*nis penetrating her as smoothly as it had been swallowed.

“Ha, hmmm…!”

Still clutching her wrists, Lysithea gasped for air with a low moan. Unlike when he’d kissed her, he was never in a hurry, bouncing back and forth inside her slowly, but steadfastly seeking out her sensations and thrusting deeply.

“Lysithea,” he said, his lower body pressed fully against hers.

“Lysithea.”

“Yes….”

“I wanted to have you so bad.”

Ian studied her face closely. The disheveled red hair, the fine forehead beaded with sweat, the nose and lips that begged to be kissed, and the violet eyes that burned with passion all made his heart swell with preciousness.

“Desperately….”

His pleading eyes dripped with long-held affection. Lysithea wrapped her free arms around his large body and whispered in his ear.

“Since I have it… how do you like it?”

Ian buried his lips in her neck and shoulder, kissing her deeply, breathing in the scent of her flesh as he answered honestly.

“It’s the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

He buried his head again and again, leaving dark kiss marks on her white flesh. Despite the searing pain, Lysithea was happy.

She belonged to Ian, and all the joy in the world came to her in his strong arms, in front of those eyes that could see nothing but her. Just as Rowena came to them both.

“Ian… thank you, for loving me.”

Ian answered Lysithea’s words with his body. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her. Once they were in a sitting position, he whispered to her.

“Lysithea, I dreamed of you last night.”

“Really…? You didn’t want to wake me up?”

Ian laughed softly at her patronizing question.

“No, I didn’t mind waking up, because….”

He began to move his hips slowly. As Lysithea waited for an answer, she gulped and swept back into the trance.

His hips slid in and out of her gently, then thrust in and out of her roughly.

Ugh, and as Lysithea hugged him, Ian felt a bead of sweat trickle down her shoulder. Or maybe it was tears. Either way, it was a potion that turned him on solidly.

“Ian, Ian….”

She was on the verge of climaxing and could no longer hold on. She gave in completely, calling out and sobbing along with him. Her tight grip kept him ar*used as she squirmed and gasped for air.

Soon enough, he said, his hands firmly on her back.

“Hold on, me.”

Her body shuddered in response to his raspy voice. The satisfaction of knowing he was arousing the woman he loved shot through him electrifyingly.

Her desperate hands clinging to his neck were lovely, her moans so sweet as she waited for the final moment to come.

He gripped Lysithea’s waist with one hand and thrust himself into her with all his might.

In a moment of panic, they clung to each other, crushing each other in their arms. Their warm breath tickled each other’s ears and drifted over their flesh.

Lying face to face, they sought each other’s lips again in a pleasurable exhaustion. The mere touch of their residual heat continued to stimulate her.

The night is beautiful with this man. Lysithea smiled as she looked into his eyes, the embers still burning.

A thousand nights of anxiety and loneliness had passed, and a thousand more would pass them by. But for now, through countless kisses and affectionate whispers, they had learned to fly through the night in each other’s arms.

“Is that so…? I guess you didn’t want to wake up?”

At her playful question, Ian let out a soft laugh.

“No, waking up was good. Because…”

He began to move his hips slowly. As he waited for her answer, Lysithea was swept back into the pleasure.

As he pulled back and then pushed in, she let out a series of moans.

Her body trembled in response to his hoarse voice. The thrill of exciting the woman he loved pierced through him.

Her desperate touch, clinging to him, was endearing, and the sweet sound of her moans resonating in the final moments was incredibly sweet.

My woman. He held Lysithea’s waist with one hand and pushed himself in as much as he wanted.

At the moment of climax, they clung to each other, holding on tightly and embracing each other completely. Their heated breaths tickled their ears and scattered over their skin.

Finally, as dawn arrived, Ian held the sleeping Lysithea in his arms and finished the words he couldn’t say.

“You can wake up. My dream is right here.”

My beloved wife, my Lysithea.

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