WARNING!!! This small chapter contents a SEXUAL SCENE.
It is not over explicit, I tried to tame it down, but for those who are not comfortable with this staff - please skip this chapter.
Spoiler for those who want to skip it
{Seeing that her savior is Greg, Lana tried to leave. He stopped her, but his hug fanned a flame in our wolfgirl, who couldn't control herself. He couldn't stop himself also. During the deed, Greg accidentally bit her. In the end, they fell asleep exhausted.
P.S. Yes, there is a more explicit version 😈 What can I do... I am a pervert!))}
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Greg could not believe his eyes. Maybe he drank too much or maybe fell in the middle of a blizzard and it's a near-death hallucination or maybe he just asleep. Another explanation for the fact that opposite him was sitting now the only girl whose face he could not forget though he tried as best as he could. He imagined this meeting a thousand times. How one day she will see him so successful and so full of himself, anywhere: in a club, at a store, in a movie and even in a parking lot. But the possibility of the abandoned airport in the middle of a snowstorm for some reason never occurred to him. And she certainly did not look impressed or depressed as he dreamed. Her face was clearly horrified. The girl silently crawled away from him to the wall and froze in the corner without taking her frightened eyes off him, like a hunted animal.
"Lana, it's you, right?" Greg finally said. He did not like her reaction at all. She should not be afraid of him. He would never hurt her. It was she who tore his heart to pieces and set fire to the remnants.
Hearing his words, the girl seemed to give up, she lowered her eyes and hugged her tights, replied:
"Why did you follow me. Go away!"
Her dry words, as if again ignited the fire of anger that had just begun to fade.
" If you have not noticed on the street is not the best weather for walking. I'd rather wait here until the blizzard subsided," - he said sarcastically.
" Then I'll go" - suddenly the girl moved in one movement getting to her feet and went to the door.
Greg, without hesitation, rushed forward and grabbed her, trying to stop. The first touch was like lightning. Her smell, the one that pursued him for years, made his head spin, and his arms pressed her to him tightly. All these years it seemed to him that it was only his consciousness playing a cruel joke on him and everything could not be so wonderful, so fabulously as it was in his mind. But now the memories seemed even less then what he felt now: every touch, her scent, her voice made the blood boil in the veins. She seemed to kindle a fire in him just by being near. She was his drug, without which he did not want to live.
He wanted to say something, he could yell at her, he could insult, but the words stuck in his throat causing her to look up at him. The blues of her eyes, as if glowing from the inside, were overwhelmed with pain, pleading and full of desire. He felt as she tightly pressed against him. Perhaps it was the best moment to push her away, laugh at the fact that she broke his heart, take revenge. But as soon as his gaze fell to her slightly parted lips and felt the warm breath on his face, all thoughts flew from his mind.
He squeezed her harder, not giving her a chance to escape, and attacked her lips with his own, as if trying to punish, to show all the anger that was seething in his heart. She did not hesitate for a second, opening to welcome him, taking all the hurt and pain from him like a gift. But this was not enough. As if in a fog Greg noticed as first, the jacket flew to the floor, and then the other clothes followed. Running one hand through her hair, he slightly pulled, interrupting the kiss and pushing her away from him. Lana gave a groan of protest - she did not want to lose his warmth, but she obeyed. Greg cast a hungry look over the figure of the girl with pleasure. She has not changed at all. Still holding her at a distance with one hand. He lifted her chin with his fingers and then traced the beating vein on her neck to her delicate collarbone. In her eyes, a blue lava bubbled.
"Do you want this?" He whispered, leaning so close that he could feel her hot, panting breath on his lips.
In response, she moaned again, shutting her eyes, but it was not enough for him. He wanted, had to hear her begging him, although it seemed that another minute and he himself would fall to his knees and beg. Finally, Lana opened her eyes and the flame in the depths made his heart start at a gallop.
"Please, Greg," he heard her hoarse voice full of passion.
She did not need to ask the second time. Greg pulled her to the floor. Lana melted in his hands like clay. As in the past, he felt the echoes of her pleasure on the tips of his fingers, her passions in himself. She was the only one to make him feel like this. he sensed a wave that swept both of them headlong. Obeying an inner impulse, Greg suddenly picked up the girl by the waist and turned her back to him lowering her between his legs. Lana clung to him lifting her hand up, wrapping them back around his neck. His hands explored every curve, causing her to wriggle and rub her whole body against him like a cat. Continuing to torment, squeeze, and caress, Greg found the curve of her neck with his lips, licking it with only the tip of his tongue, pushing Lana to the edge of madness. She muttered something, begged, pleaded, wriggling in his arms. He felt that she was almost on the edge. Lana arched out, issuing a half-wail - half-cry. Greg had to clench his teeth, as the electric shock of pleasure pierced her body was mystically transmitted to him pushing them both over the edge of reality. Greg could not restrain himself biting into the delicate skin at the base of the neck. His body suddenly lost all the power and he fell on top of her, pressing her under, intervening his hands and feet with her's, continuing to kiss the place where the imprint of his teeth remained, burying his nose in her hair. Breathing finally began to equalize, and the heart rattled went with an even rhythm. All the events of the day suddenly caught up with Greg, tiredness pounced and he closed his eyes, the first time in many years feeling really satisfied. As if he finally became whole, and the world around was what it should be.