Winter Wolf - Chapter 9. Part 2

Chapter 9. Part 2

For the first time, she opened up about her feelings and faced rejection.

The man she was getting involved with didn’t love her. But she questioned herself: When had she ever engaged in s*x driven by love?

A n*k*d Terrence pulled her into his arms as soon as she realized it was a familiar gesture. Terrence smiled with satisfaction at the natural movement.

“I think we’re role-playing,”

He whispered just before their lips met.

“Tonight, I’ll be whoever you want me to be. So tell me anything, honestly.”

Without hesitation, Lysithea shook her head.

“I don’t want to, because it’s just useless.”

“What is not useless? Just between us.”

Terrence laughed softly and kissed her on the lips. They had only spent one night together, but when his lips met hers, she felt a rush of heat, like kissing a long-lost lover.

After a respectful kiss without exchanging even saliva on their lips, he slowly said,

“I’ll do the acting; you be yourself, and I’ll play your husband, Karon Cadas.”

He gazed affectionately into her eyes, the bridge of her nose, and her lips, and whispered sweet nothings.

“I will treat you with the same respect and care that I would give to my wife.”

After finishing, he kissed her deeply and passionately.

“Ah, s*ck….”

Lysithea felt dizzy from the slow, sweet kiss. It was unlike his usual rough style. He affectionately brushed against her teeth, tasting every inch of her mouth.

However, Lysithea felt a strange sense of control in his movements. His tongue lingered long and sure, leaving a thick trail of pleasure as if he wanted to leave a mark on her body.

He was slowly warming her up, one step at a time. It was the opposite of the invasive kisses that dart in and out, trying to turn her on at a moment’s notice.

The combination of body odor and saliva made her dizzy. Lysithea realized involuntarily that their tongues were sliding together as she eagerly s*cked on his lips.

Terrence only allowed this kind of kiss for a woman he loved.

“Lysithea, don’t be in a hurry.”

“But I can’t wait… ah!”

Terrence gently nibbled on her ear, trying to calm her. He ran his tongue along the outside, sending a tickling sensation down her spine.

Lysithea heard the sound of licks and nibbles, and she pushed his shoulder away in frustration.

She exclaimed, “Ha, ugh…! No, it sounds… Terrence!”

“No, hold still.”

He bit down hard on her reddened ear, causing her to flinch from the stinging pain. Then, his soft tongue slid past, licking the most sensitive spot. Lysithea felt intense pleasure, and she knew he would consume her eventually.

“I hate it, and it’s scary.”

“It’s my least favorite,” he replied.

“You’re not kidding!” she exclaimed.

How could you not prank me? You are adorable. …

You must be crazy. Lysithea’s face turned red. Then he bit the nape of her neck.

“Ah!”

He held her close and kissed her body, enjoying her. Lysithea shuddered with each thrust of his tongue and lips as they probed her body and then withdrew upward. She was still lying on her back.

“I’m going somewhere.”

Terrence grabbed Lysithea’s shoulders and pulled her down towards him. She squirmed as he kissed her collarbone and her shoulder, and Lysithea was back under his body.

“Terrence, please do it as you did before. Why do you keep doing it so tenderly? Ugh!”

He lifted her arm and kissed the tender flesh on the inside of her forearm. Then, he roughly dug his lips into the flesh of her armpit, causing Lysithea to arch up on her toes.

“No, that feels weird. Mmmmm!”

Each time she shuddered at the strange sensation, Terrence’s tongue penetrated further into unfamiliar places, until he was licking her armpit, then her side, then along her wheezing ribs to her waist.

“You’re funny.”

Terrence rested his arm next to her face again and whispered.

You are very responsive to my touch, which motivates me to keep trying. When I see a body like this, my first thought is usually to have sex with you.

“Ha, hmmm…!”

Terrence reached down and grabbed his c*ck, rubbing it against her thigh. The large, hardened tip pressed against her vaginal opening, making its presence felt, and she tensed her legs, afraid it would slide right in.

“Lysithea, we haven’t done this before. Here.”

Terrence leaned over and placed his hand on her v*g*na area. Lysithea flinched. She then shook her head.

“What do you mean? You’ve done it a lot.”

“No, I’m not putting it in.”

“Aww!”

Terrence playfully pushed against Lysithea’s waist, pretending to insert something, before sitting up. After pulling away, he fell silent for a moment, and Lysithea looked at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Wake up.”

Terrence wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to her feet. Lysithea struggled to look away from his huge c*ck as they sat n*k*d across from each other.

He slid down the bed with a loud, rattling sound and knelt in front of Lysithea. She stared at him in disbelief as he briefly circled her body with both hands.

“What are you doing?No, wait!”

She struggled to push his head out from between her legs by the time she realized it was too late.

He pressed the bridge of his nose against her  v*g*n*l opening her bush with his lips and touching her sensitive inner flesh with his tongue.

Lysithea struggled desperately as his tongue teased her, slow and gentle like a kiss, yet deep as an imprint. She brought her legs together.

“Ahhh, no, ugh, not there!”

“Don’t push; it keeps hiding.”

Terrence said it in an annoyed tone, gripping her lower thighs firmly and spreading them apart.

“Oh, no, it’s spreading… hmmm!”

Terrence gripped her groin tightly, leaving handprints, as she squirmed nervously. This allowed his tongue to dart in and out freely along her p*ssy.

“Ahhh, ahh, please…! Terrence…!”

He darted his tongue in and out of her wetness, then bit and tickled her swollen clit. The climax was intense, and Lysithea moaned, pulling at his hair and pushing him away.

“Hmph… mmm… please… stop.”

In frustration, she threw herself back. Terrence placed her legs on his shoulders and went back to his work. Lysithea was barely holding on. When she heard him lick the moist juice from her p*ssy, she couldn’t take it anymore.

“No, I can’t… I can’t… anymore.”

Terrence quickly grabbed her ankles and pulled her into a quick kiss. He lightly pecked her lips with one hand and stood up.

Finally, it was over. Lysithea caught her breath before returning to bed.

Terrence grabbed her waist with both hands. She stepped back and bent low.

“Hold still.”

Lysithea half-lies, propping herself up on her elbows. As he touches her, she slides down, and her hips brush the edge of the bed with a gentle swish as he begins to adjust himself to her.

“Ahhhhh…!”

He slid his hard, angry c*ck inside her. She gasped and clutched the bedspread as she felt an unfamiliar sensation of overwhelming pleasure.

“Spread yourself more.”

Terrence pushed himself against her. He gently brushed up her thigh. The wooden bed creaked with the effort. The heavy shaft filled her slimy wetness to the rim.

“Ahhh, hmm…! Mmm, more…”

Terrence thrust gently in and out, his muscled thighs slamming against her as$. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry, savoring and expanding inside her as if he were enjoying a gourmet meal.

Lysithea gripped his strong arms across the bed. He kissed the corner of her mouth lovingly.

“Mmm… yes, ah…”

He teased her body with a gentle rush of pleasure, which was different from the rough thrusts. Terrence kissed her cheeks and the nape of her neck, both red with excitement. He continued to stroke her affectionately.

If she was treated like this every night, how could she not love him? How could she not feel loved?

Lysithea’s heart ached. Her affection for him continued to rise. She had played the role of a beloved wife for just one night, and her body was already in the grip of a great illusion.

“I want to do it.”

Terrence lifted her legs from around his waist and slung them over his shoulders as she struggled.

As he kneeled on the bed and settled into position, her ass naturally lifted. He grabbed her slipping legs and began to rock his hips faster and faster.

“Hmph, ahhh! Terrence, it’s so big, so…big… wait…!”

“I want more.”

“Ahhhh, no, no…!”

Lysithea bucked hard, but Terrence held her body against him, thrusting in. His hot muscles pressed against her soft flesh. His c*ck drove deeper and harder into her cramped body.

Lysithea could not even moan. Her lips were pressed tightly shut as she endured the intense pleasure of the moment. Terrence continued to thrust hard, but he gently moved to check on her condition.

“Lysithea, are you hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt, no… ah, hmmm…!”

“I can’t breathe; I hate it.”

“Ah, ah, ahhhh…!”

He stood up and began thrusting wildly, her legs draped over his shoulders and slipping out from under her, but now he wasn’t even holding her.

Lysithea’s wide-open legs shook impatiently, and Terrence pinned both of her hands over her mouth with one hand as she continued to try to cover it.

“Terrence, I can’t sound it out,” she said.

“Let him hear you. We’re a married couple,” he replied.Ugh, shame, stop, ah!”

He raised his body to full height and propped up her as$ with one hand. With each relentless thrust, flesh slapped against the flesh, and the bed creaked in time with his hips, drowning out Lysithea’s low moans.

Lysithea whispered uncontrollably just before he embraced her and let it all out.

“Terrence, I love you.”

At her words, Terrence kissed her without reply, their tongues mingling softly. Lysithea shivered at the heat radiating from within her body, certain he would never answer.

He held her body tightly against him and released it, thrusting deeply a few more times, savoring the afterglow, before leaning back against her with a long exhale. Lysithea stroked his broad back, taking in his heavy, large body.

A bead of sweat slid across her fingertips, and she gasped. He was drenched in sweat after a day’s work.

“Terrence, you….”

She patted his body as if knocking. Terrence buried his face in the bed but turned his head and made eye contact with her. His eyes looked dazed, like someone who hadn’t woken up from a dream.

Lysithea was speechless as she gazed at him. She raised her hand to push a strand of black hair from her forehead, but Terrence caught her hand as she reached for it and whispered against her lips.

“Lysithea, don’t be so honest.”

Lysithea blinks her eyes slowly. She reached for his lips with her free hand.

“I know you hate me, the insincere one.”

“I know.”

Terrence pulled away from her. Their sweat clung to each other’s bodies.

He murmured as he buried his lips between her damp br**sts.

“So, you know.”

Lysithea wanted to ask for more details. To be more honest, if only for tonight, if they were going to play at being lovers.

Before she could speak, he moved again, warming her body. She could feel his c*ck, which had momentarily relaxed, swell once more from within.

Neither of them could say anything more than a sweet moan.