C30 The Night with a Wolf

I couldn’t breath.

His mouth against my neck, his teeth against my skin, his hands like fire on my thighs.

I was panting, desperately swallowing air while he tore it out of me with every gentle bite, every kiss on my skin, every squeeze of his fingers as they roamed higher up the hem of my shorts.

There was restraint, but not much of it. He didn’t hesitate