Turning Tables on the Princess

touched the bottom of my chin. Lifting it

ess the inside of my thigh, over my dress, slipping his hand up. Inch by inch. Bun

my head back on the wall, compl

ect it’s h

for control. I knew it was

I reacting

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just under my skin. My arms rippled like a wave und

rying to even my breaths,

en?” He taunted. “S

ing and rubbing the bud at the crest of my crea

e conversation as his hand reached the crux of my thighs. Beginnin

ed the wolf inside you?” He added so

olf!” I crie

anym

hy is she reacting

sn’t

pples hard buds and starting to ache i

myself. Sha

d, doesn’t

nting my skin bare and his hands all over m

se, A

me intimately, increasing the pressure, while his lips descended on mine. Slanting over my mouth, his tongu

and working expertly against

w at the wall behind me. Feeling my

ing to

gs I’m going

and I looked aro

head sideway

head adamantly. “

caught my skirt and lifted it. R

sensitized skin was shocking. Rend

h. Pushing further back

eak to even my ears. L

hem and inhaled the scent of her slickness on his fingers before slipping a

was making me weak. I was craving him to a point

eated because I knew it w

was sending heat waves down my n

feral

leg, and he tilted sideways. Holding my gaze as he cupped the back of my

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aid near my ear.

I could feel the hardness of him through his pants pressing

ng!” I

His head swung to the door then back to me, filled

luf

sed through my teeth. Tossing my hair as I flounced f

the last time yo

d with as that! I reve

k of wolves, purely animals led by the larger, s

oorway as his v

ying at humanity and you come out to my woods, I will ta

ever go

a. And one day…You will want to run. And it will be then that you’ll surren

out of his view, I fled up the stairs at