Winter Wolf - Chapter 6. Part 2

Chapter 6. Part 2

He looked at her hand holding the towel and asked, “Why do you need to cover up so much?”

“This isn’t a bubble bath.”

Lysithea sat with her knees together, trying to cover herself with a towel. Meanwhile, Terrence leaned back against the tub in a relaxed position, just as he had in his bedroom.

Lysithea saw his p*n*s under the water and couldn’t help but stare.

“You have to cover it. Can you do something about that?”

“That? What do I need to cover?”

“Your… that… thing… between your legs.”

“Oh, this.”

Terrence casually looked down, as if inspecting his clothes for dirt. Lysithea found his furry appearance amusing but was left speechless by what followed.

“Does this bother you so much? I thought you liked this.”

“What?”

“You have been looking at it for a while. How could you not like it when you are staring at it like that?”

“Did I? Did I do that?”

Lysithea was confused. However, she couldn’t deny that she had seen it. Therefore, she expressed what was on her mind.

“Because it looks so… weird.”

“Really? The last time I saw you, you were eating this so well.”

“Eat that?”

Lysithea rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief.

“We did, but the size of it made me sick. Your size may be the issue, not my experience.”

“No, I am.”

Terrence brushed her damp hair back and gestured for her to stop talking. Lysithea was startled by his straight forehead and masculine features. He playfully pointed a finger at her.

“I knew you would react this way. I had even told you to shoot me if you didn’t like it. Now, you are falsely accusing me, and I am not pleased about it.”

“I know it was difficult. I am unsure whether I enjoyed or disliked it.”

“You loved it, of course.”

“How can you be so sure of that.”

“You are here with me, which means you must like it.”

Terrence drove a wedge through her hesitation. Lysithea was left speechless and unable to argue back, so he asked.

“So, what was it like in your dream?”

“What?”

“You’ve been sleeping a lot since you returned here, haven’t you? I’m sure you’ve been dreaming about having s*x with me too.”

She wondered about the kind of confidence he had, and although she found him arrogant, she couldn’t deny his words.

She had been dreaming about him since they first had sex. Even last night, after he had nursed her back to health, she felt like she had seen him in her dreams. She couldn’t recall the second dream.

“I was….”

“I have never had a dream like that.”

It appeared to be an easy way to escape this uncomfortable situation.

“You are not telling the truth.”

At that moment, she recalled Terrence’s words from the snowy field. Eventually, Lysithea chose to be straightforward and honest.

“What I did in my dream with you was so much better.”

She carefully retraced the memory of her first dream.

“Was it a good dream?”

Terrence inquired, his eyes holding a glint of curiosity. Lysithea nodded, her gaze fixed on the water.

“Yes, it was nice.”

“Is that all you dreamt about?”

Terrence teased, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness. Lysithea blushed and hesitated.

“Well, there was more, but…”

She trailed off, feeling a bit embarrassed to discuss the details.

Lysithea gazed at Terrence’s slightly flushed face and said, “You did the things I enjoyed, the things you used to do to me before you hurt me.”

“Like?”

“Like kissing me, or…”

When she finished, she met Terrence’s gaze. They were near each other.

Their lips met without a word of warning. Lysithea lifted her arms and threw them around his neck. He leaned in closer, pulling her into his arms.

As they kissed passionately, the water in the bathtub splashed and overflowed, causing the wet towel to slip from her body as she held onto him, revealing her bare br**sts.

Terrence’s lips moved in to kiss her again as her red lips parted slightly.

Their tongues intertwined in a sweet dance, mingling their saliva. As they kissed in the steam-filled tub, Lysithea’s breathing became labored. Her head felt dizzy.

“Terrence, wait. I need to breathe.”

He did not attempt to listen to her. Instead, he pulled her closer to him. His strong arms wrapped around her like a chain, pressing her soft br**sts against his solid chest.

“Ahhhh… please, just a moment.”

Lysithea gasped as she pushed against his pecs, but she couldn’t break free. The man’s body was hot, wet, and hard. The sound of his heart pounding wildly beneath his body echoed through their mated bodies.

“Lysithea.”

“Ha, ha….”

“Raise your head higher.”

Terrence paused, allowing her to catch her breath before resuming his actions. He gently held her chin with one hand as he continued.

His kisses were soft and insistent. Lysithea felt the urge to let go and to melt in his arms. She was lost in heat and moisture and the sound of breath and water.

When her struggles slowed, Terrence finally pulled his lips away and whispered.

“It likely began like this, in your dreams.”

Lysithea wanted to nod, but it was impossible.

“Mmmm, hmmm….”

He caressed her heated skin with his wet lips, and his hand emerged from the water to gently cradle her br**st.

He slowly cupped her br**sts and massaged them, brushing his fingertips against her erect n*ppl*s.

“Aaah, mmm… Terrence, more…”

As his fingers brushed against her n*ppl*, Lysithea moaned and squirmed involuntarily. The tip was rubbed insistently, causing a tingling sensation that felt addictive, similar to the one in her dreams.

Terrence caressed her br**sts as she whimpered. He then moved his other hand to her trim waist.

“And then?”

Even in dreams, there was always a continuation. However, Lysithea shook her head to say no.

“The next… is impossible.”

“Why?”

‘Because in the dream, you whispered that you loved me.’

Terrence slid his hand down further, mocking Lysithea as she closed her mouth.

Meanwhile, Terrence noticed Lysithea’s silence and slid his hand down further.

“You’re not going to tell me?”

“Ah, ah…! Hmmm…!”

Lysithea realized she was soaking wet when one of his fingers slowly opened the dense flesh by slipping inside.

His finger slid deep inside her, coating her with a slippery wetness that was unlike water.

“Lysithea, tell me what you mean by impossible.”

“It’s, uh,…”

Another finger entered. Her v*g*n*s is not yet ready. It was tightly clenched, barely accepting it.

“Tell me. I’ll be the one to decide if you can or not.”

Lysithea couldn’t take it anymore with her third finger. Her body tensed up at the unfamiliar touch of his p*n*s.

He slowly began to move his fingers, stimulating the inside of her v*g*n*.

“Ah, ahhhh…!”

Lysithea grabbed his arm and tried to push him away. However, his damp flesh kept slipping from under her hand. He moved closer to her as she made futile gestures.

She had nowhere to escape with the bathtub behind her. His hands moved in and out of her, sometimes gently, sometimes violently, causing her to whimper convulsively.

“If you want me to be gentle, then you’d better talk.”

Terrence whispered wistfully in her ear. He leaned in slightly, as if about to pounce, and put pressure on her arm.

“Ahhhh…! Mmmmm!”

Lysithea felt a shiver down her spine as his middle finger caressed her sensitive flesh. Lysithea was amazed that his fingers could reach so far and that he could rub with such tenderness that it sent shivers down her spine.

It was happening inside her, breaking her down. Her body felt even hotter and wetter, despite being underwater.

“Terrence, please slow down so it doesn’t hurt.”

“Tell me, what did I do to you in your dreams?”

“You put it in… hmmm!”

“Like this?”

He slowly spread her v*g*n* with his three fingers.

“Ahhhh…!”

Lysithea gritted her teeth and arched her back. She felt a strange sensation of pleasure mixed with a maddening strangeness wash over her. Just when she thought she could hold on, his uninvolved thumb slowly teased her rounded n*ppl*.

“Hmph… no, uh… no, uh…”

“No, you’re getting wet; can you feel it?”

His hand circled gently around her hole, and she heard the dull sound of friction underwater.

It’s a shame; it would have made a lot of noise if it was a bed.”

“Ah, ah! Ugh…”

Lysithea’s weakened body could not hold on. She continued to sink to the bottom of the tub. Terrence looked down at her. Water was up to her chin. He abruptly withdrew his hand and grabbed her as$ with both hands.

As he thrust in and out, her body rose higher with the water. When the water reached her chest, she struggled to hold onto the tub’s edge, using her arms for support.

“Ugh!”