(heavy breathing) Drew was consumed by an insatiable desire for his wife; this was the moment he had longed for, the day to finally claim her as his own, to adore every inch of her body, to unleash the passion that had simmered within him for years.
A flicker of fear crossed his mind—what if he hurt her in his fervor? Yet, the overwhelming urge to devour her whole was impossible to resist. There she was, sprawled on the table, her legs entwined around his waist as their lips met in a heated kiss.
He plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, savoring every taste, and her tongue danced back with equal fervor. Perhaps he wasn't the only one caught in this whirlwind of desire. His arousal pressed against her, a fierce reminder of his longing, but it still felt insufficient.
In a moment of wild abandon, he found himself tugging at the seams of her dress, nearly tearing it apart with his eagerness. He hesitated, though; he didn't want to frighten her, didn't want to reveal the beast lurking within. How he had dreamed of this day for so long.
Her dress lay discarded on the floor, leaving only her stockings behind. In a flash, Drew had swept everything aside, leaving Felicity exposed and vulnerable before him. She yearned for his clothes to join hers in disarray, but he hesitated, retreating slightly. She wanted to voice her frustration, but then she sensed the primal energy within him stirring; his wolf was on the verge of breaking free. His breath came out in heavy bursts, reminiscent of a train racing down the tracks, and a low growl rumbled from deep within him as his fingers elongated, fangs glistening.
Stepping off the table, she moved closer, craving all of him. She despised the restraint he was showing; she wanted him to unleash the wildness that resided in both of them. They were not mere humans; they were werewolves. Locking her gaze with his, she urged, "Don't hold back, I want you."
As soon as the words escaped her lips, he lifted her effortlessly and tossed her onto the bed. A gasp escaped her; she craved intensity, and he should give it to her. Drew had once mentioned he preferred to savor the moment, but that was not the case now. In mere moments, his clothes were torn away, leaving him gloriously bare.
Though she had seen him in his full form before and felt a twinge of fear, today was different. She was filled with anticipation, eager to be filled, eager for her mate.
He kissed her fiercely, then paused, a chuckle escaping his lips. Resting his fiery head against hers, his red eyes sparkled and Felicity found herself drawn to it, the man is truly divine, a work of art.
He placed gentle pecks on her cheeks, and she closed her eyes, wondering if he was being tender. He whispered, "Felicity, this is our first time. Allow me to explore every inch of you." She nodded, surrendering to him completely.
He gently traces the mark he left on her skin, eliciting gasps and soft moans from her. The sensation heightens her arousal, causing her to arch her back. In that moment, he captures one of her breasts with his mouth, sucking on her delicate pink nipple. The ecstasy she feels is unlike anything she has ever experienced. He doesn't stop there; he moves to the other breast, continuing his ministrations, kissing and licking every inch with his warm tongue, soft gasps escaping her lips.
He travels down her ribs to her stomach, taking his time to relish her as one would savor a favorite dish. When he reaches her most sensitive area, she moans, her fingers tangling in his hair as he continues to lick, kiss, and explore. She cries out his name, the sound sweet like dessert, and he could listen to it endlessly. "Please," she begs, yearning for him to fill her completely, but Drew remains lost in the foreplay, not rushing a single moment.
Her body trembles, and she releases his hair, her legs quaking from the pleasure he has given her. A satisfied smirk crosses his face as he continues to lick her thigh, but he knows the time has come to fully claim her, with no turning back.
Returning to her lips, he kisses her tenderly, his gaze locked on hers as he positions himself at her entrance. He slowly pushes inside, feeling her tightness as her walls envelop him. He furrows his brow and thrusts suddenly, causing her to wince in pain. He captures her mouth with his, having taken her innocence. They are now united as one, in spirit, in wolf, and in body.