Author's note: This is from Calista's point of view
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The warm water hit my body from the shower above and I clung onto Sergio for my dear life as he plundered my insides mercilessly.
Damn, he is good!
Somehow, he knows exactly how deep, how hard, and how fast to move for me to reach an earth-shattering orgasm. And he never fails. Actually, I think that it's getting better every time.
If I said I didn't like it, that would be the biggest lie ever. I enjoyed his every thrust profusely, and I didn't care that he is a werewolf.
I wished to pack him into my suitcase and keep him as a permanent accessory in my bedroom.
I've met a number of werewolves in my life, and they all had a foul scent, but Sergio was different.
His natural scent of oak and cedarwood could serve as an air freshener.
Waves of pleasure crashed over me, every next one stronger than the previous, and I realized that another orgasm is just around the corner.
