SONIA’S POV

This kiss was different. It wasn’t like the others. There was something hungry and more passionate about this one, as if Ramon was pouring every ounce of his pent-up frustration and desire into me, his mouth claiming mine with a growl that vibrated against my lips.

As he laid on top of me, I welcomed his full weight, the solid press of his hard body pinning me to the ground. The grass was cool and slightly damp beneath my back, but the heat radiating from him chased away any chill, making my skin burn where we touched.

His lips moved from mine, and trailed down to my neck, hot and demanding. I shifted my neck to the side, offering him full access, my pulse racing under his mouth as he sucked hard enough to leave marks.

Pleasure flowed through me in hot waves, hardening my nipples into tight peaks that ached for his touch. I closed my eyes and just wallowed in the pleasure only he was capable of giving, my fingers digging into the grass as my body arched toward him.

He moved from my neck, back to my face. Bypassing my lips, he went up to my ears. I let out a tiny gasp when his tongue formed a sword and invaded the depths of my ears, licking and sucking with deliberate slowness.

He sucked on it, bringing me a different kind of pleasure, sharp and electric, making my toes curl and my thighs clench.

Every point was peak, and paramount, and it would seem like he had a mastery in seeking out these pleasure spots, his mouth knowing exactly where to linger to drive me wild.

I began to squirm under his touch, my thighs growing wet and slick with arousal. The cool night air brushed against my heated skin, heightening every sensation until I felt like I was on fire.

"So responsive," he interrupted my mutters of pleasure to say, his voice rough and low. "Extremely beautiful," he said, before claiming my lips into his again.

His tongue sought mine, and when it grabbed it, sucked on it vigorously, drawing a deep moan from my throat. It drove me crazy how I could feel his wolf was strong, determined, full of passion, yet mine wouldn’t show up. The emptiness gnawed at me even as pleasure built.

"Don’t think," he said, as if he had just read my thoughts, his breath hot against my lips. "Just feel."

His lips returned to mine as his hands began travelling down, rough palms sliding over my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

They found the strap of my gown, and peeled it off until my chest was open to him, the cool air making my nipples tighten even more.

He moved away briefly so he could take me in fully, his eyes darkening with raw hunger as they roamed over my breasts.

"Gorgeous," he licked his lips, as his eyes assessed my breasts, the look in them making me feel exposed and desired all at once.

Suddenly feeling shy, I moved to cover my chest, when he shoved my hands apart with gentle but firm insistence.

"Do you know how beautiful you are? Don’t hide from me."

The way he called me beautiful made me believe it was true. It wasn’t like I hadn’t heard it a thousand and one times, but coming from him, it sank deeper, warming me from the inside.

He placed soft kisses down my neck, until he arrived on my chest. First he kissed the cleft, and I moaned softly, my back arching.

Then he sucked one into his mouth, and my breath caught against my chest, a sharp cry escaping my lips as pleasure shot straight to my core. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, sucking hard and then gentle, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.

My hand caught the dirt on the ground, as I searched for what to hold on to, my fingers digging into the earth.

The pleasure was too intense. I could combust at any second.

He was trying to punish me. To punish me with pleasure. That was the only reasonable explanation to what he was doing to me — his tongue flicking, his teeth grazing, his mouth sucking hard enough to leave marks that would linger.

It happened so swiftly. One second, my nails were digging into the ground, and the next, I felt my claws.

"She’s h-e-r-e," I breathed out in a stuttering voice, my body trembling.

He paused and lifted his head to look at me, his lips glistening with saliva.

"Your wolf?" He asked, voice husky.

Before I could respond, my claws shifted back into nails, the sensation leaving me empty again.

"She left," I replied in a disappointed tone, my chest heaving.

There was another theory. I needed intense pleasure, or pain to keep her.

"Don’t stop," I whispered to him right after, my voice desperate and needy.

"Your wish."

He returned to the other breast, and sucked it into his mouth with renewed hunger, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak as he sucked hard, pulling the flesh deep into his mouth.

As he did that, his fingers travelled down the lengths of my body, rough and calloused, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

It didn’t take long before I was engulfed with pleasure again, my hips bucking involuntarily toward his hand.

In the same second, his hand slipped inside my gown, fingers finding my wetness, sliding through my slick folds.

"Oh—" I moaned, as my head went back, my body arching off the ground.

Upper his hands went, until I felt his fingers slip into me, thick and insistent, curling just right to hit that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.

I howled into the heavens, as a kind of freedom I had only experienced once in his arms rocked me.

It was what the books described as an orgasm. It had to be—waves of pleasure crashing through me, making my toes curl and my vision blur as my walls clenched around his fingers.

He kissed my screams, until they were nothing more but whimpers of pleasure, his mouth swallowing every sound as he kept pumping his fingers in and out.

When I opened my eyes again, he was staring at me, a proud glint in his eyes, his fingers still buried inside me, coated with my juices.

"What was that?" I asked, breathless and trembling.

In response, he lifted his fingers that were soaked with my moisture, and sucked them into his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine as he licked them clean.

I gasped, my mouth left hung open in shock at the raw sight.

"Hmmmm, tastes like paradise," he said, and then chuckled at my reaction, his voice low and filthy.

"Bu—"

I couldn’t get the words off, because he suddenly grabbed my waist from behind, and hoisted me up.

"I want a taste," he said, spreading my legs apart with strong hands, his grip firm on my thighs.

Swiftly, he shoved his tongue into my folds, and began to lap on me like I was a feast, his mouth hot and relentless as he sucked on my clit.

My fingers dug into the ground again. I didn’t mind that I was laying on hard ground.

Nothing other than the pleasure he gave me mattered, his tongue thrusting deep, his lips sucking hard on my clit, his growls vibrating against my most sensitive parts.

He sucked on me, until I saw stars. When I felt that pressure begin to build again, my fingers shifted into claws once more.

My hand grabbed a fistful of his hair, and I screamed out as I exploded again, my thighs shaking around his head as my juices flooded his mouth.

He didn’t allow me to catch my breath, as I felt his hardness just at the entrance of my wetness, thick and throbbing, the head pressing against my slick entrance.

"I want you, Sonia. And I can’t hold it anymore."

He entered into me in one powerful thrust, stretching me wide, and I screamed, my claws digging into his back as I felt my wolf spring up.

She purred the moment she appeared, and his wolf growled lightly in response, the sound vibrating through both of us.

He began to move. Slowly at first, until I adjusted to his size. His rather large size, stretching me in the most delicious way, filling me completely.

Soon, his strokes fastened, and I held on to him for dear life, my legs locked around his waist as he fucked me hard and deep, his hips slamming against mine with raw power.

"So-nia," he called with great difficulty, his voice strained as he pounded into me.

I opened my eyes, and saw every inch of his body covered in thick veins, his muscles tense and glistening with sweat.

His breath quickened, as my hand reached out to cup his face.

Our eyes locked, the second he stiffened. His face twisted in ecstasy, a low, guttural growl escaping his throat.

My legs locked around his waist tighter, and my hands returned to his back, nails digging in as he fucked me through his release.

He threw his head back, and a thunderous growl escaped his lips as he filled me up with his seed, hot and pulsing deep inside me, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself completely.