"She loved you."
"I don't know about that. And in a way, it doesn't matter."
He said these in an almost inaudible, magical whisper, so he placed his mouth on hers already ajar. The moment the contact was made, Diria closed her eyes and murmured to herself that she was wrong, the dream had nothing to do with reality. The two cannot be compared, nor will they ever be.
Their tongues and breath mingled.
His wolf raised his head for a moment, his face tense, running a languid finger over his future mistress's reddened lips, then inserted a thumb into her mouth, caressing her tongue with it, before Diria sucked on it. He let it go for a few seconds, watching the scene with his white-hot glass eyes, then let out a growl, half-opened her mouth with his wet thumb, caressed the surface of the pinkish tongue and resumed her mouth.
This second took on a new dimension, as his mouth explored hers with such perseverance that no corner was foreign to him.
Her wolf took her in his arms, and they rolled on the bed of earth and water, kissing again and again. He made her feel the strength of his desire in every way.
He explored the curves of her body through the now useless fabric of her short dress, less pink than her inner universe, but soon came the moment when he sat her down to remove her dress, before laying her back down on the water, which was even more icy than usual, but which this time didn't bother her. She was too warm to care.
Her wolf looked down at her alabaster breasts, whose whiteness highlighted the pink of nipples hardened to pain by desire and pleasure.
"No bra?"
"You know what this is?"
He only laughed at the question, caressing the pinkish tips before gently pinching, pulling and then pressing them into the tender flesh before finally taking them in his mouth.
He licked greedily at the contours, biting passionately at the small apex, then sucked on them with a growl like an animal drinking from a brandy.
Diria arched her back and let out a heart-rending moan.
It was the first time she'd had this kind of experience, but she was sure that with anyone else it would never have happened this way, and that she would never have felt this way.
As he lashed out at her chest, pleasuring them to make her suffer, she ran her fingers through his moonlike hair, biting her lips to soothe her gasps.
"I let you do things I've never allowed another to do, and yet...I don't even know your name."
He didn't reply, having finally let her breasts take a breather and moved lower to her belly, kissing, licking the silken skin, he stopped at her navel and inserted his tongue.
Diria flinched briefly, but her lover soon overcame her.
When he raised his head for the umpteenth time to look at her with that fascinating, living gaze, he said.
"It'll be even more extreme down there."
Diria squinted, not immediately understanding what he was trying to say, but when she did, she blushed to the roots of her hair. Her lover followed every expression that crossed her face with interest and amusement, and finally laughed softly.
"Don't worry, you'll love it."
"Are you any good?"
"Another stupid question."
"Like the one about your name?"
He didn't answer, but placed his hand on her belly before sliding it gently, inexorably towards the most intimate part of her being, still totally unexplored.
He first caressed her through her lacy panties, then gently, expertly parted the fabric without removing it and then frantically caressed her femininity, before finally inserting his fingers inside her.
He introduced them slowly, voluptuously, as far as he could.
Diria straightened up, putting her hand on his shoulders, tried to push him away, but he wouldn't let her, holding her firmly by an arm around her fragile waist, he continued his oscillating caress, so new and incredibly sensual.
The young woman hid her face against his shoulder, kissing his firm skin as she gasped, then he took her chin and forced her to look at him.
Once again, she understood his intentions, but she also knew she couldn't stop him.
Besides, she'd never wanted to.
She wanted him so much, she wanted everything.
He rubbed their mouths together, then, forcing her to lie back, tore off her panties with a jerk that made her flinch, descending to her womanhood.
He immobilized her, holding her thighs firmly in his powerful arms, so even if she didn't want to, she'd have no choice but to endure this assault in a way she'd never imagined.
No words, no feelings, would ever be enough to describe what she experienced during those few minutes, lost in the middle of that water with only this magical, incomprehensible being for companion, who was opening the doors of sexuality to her with unrivalled mastery.
His tongue didn't reach the part his fingers did, but invaded much more.
When she came for the first time in her life, she let out the same animal scream that her ex and Natacha had let out. She thought indulgently of them before forgetting them.
She returned to the present moment when her wolf spread her legs and weighed down on her, taking care not to crush her with his formidable weight.