Her Human His Lycan

Strong

Emma POV

His eyes locked onto mine, an intense hunger and lust burning within them. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced across his face. He had the physique of a wolf even if human, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. Every movement he made seemed to command my attention, impossible to tear my gaze away from him.

As he thrust into me, I could feel the weight and power of his body. It was as if he was tearing into me, the sensation both strange and surprisingly pleasurable. The heat that had been building within me finally found its release, but not without a tinge of pain. His initial roughness stopped when he realized I was a virgin, his pace slowing as he asked if I was okay.

He surprised me with its size and thickness, exceeding my expectations for a human.

Being a wolf, I knew I could endure more, even with the pain. And despite the unexpected nature of my first time, I found myself enjoying it. He became gentle, understanding the significance of being my first. I could sense him holding himself back, giving me time to adjust to the feeling of him filling my body. I wrapped my arms around him, cautious of my own strength. I didn't want to hurt him; my power far surpassed his.

His mouth found mine, our lips meeting in a fervent kiss. The sound of our mingling breaths filled the room, a symphony of desire. His hand explored my breast, his touch eliciting a pleasurable sensation that spread throughout my body. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, causing my toes to curl and my body to tremble in ecstasy.

"Relax, Emma," he whispered, his voice low and husky. With his free hand, he pulled me closer, our bodies entwined completely. The scent of our mingled sweat hung in the air, adding to the intense intimacy of the moment.

"I want you," he whispered, his voice filled with desire as he pressed deeper, igniting a surge of pleasure that made my body quiver.

His movements were urgent and rhythmic, each thrust accompanied by a symphony of moans and sighs. The sensation of his touch sent shivers down my spine, electrifying every nerve ending in my body. I could feel a new heat building within me, a wave of ecstasy crashing over me like a tidal wave.

His words, spoken in between gasps for breath, were laced with a desperate longing. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with the melody of our pleasure. I could hear his heart pounding, matching the frantic pace of our lovemaking.

As he neared his climax, his movements became more urgent, his passion reaching its peak. I could feel the intensity in his touch, the raw desire in his every stroke. And then, with one final thrust, he released himself, a guttural moan escaping his lips.

As we lay there, our bodies intertwined, I tried to catch my breath, the scent of our lovemaking still lingering in the air.

Gently, he stopped me as I attempted to rise, his touch both tender and possessive. "We have the night," he pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. In this moment, his rough exterior melted away, revealing glimpses of vulnerability and authenticity.

I turned to face him, my fingers grazing the scars on his skin. Each touch told a story of pain. "I've always kept my shirt on," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. "But these scars serve as a reminder of what I've lost, of what my family endured."

I understood his pain, for I too cherished my family deeply. Their safety and well-being were paramount to me. "I'm sorry for all that you've been through," I whispered, my voice filled with empathy. "I can't imagine the pain of losing those you love. I wish I had found you before the darkness consumed you."

I knew the complexities of our situation, the dangers that awaited him. Only a select few knew of our connection, for his safety and the stability of our kingdom. Getting closer to him now would only complicate matters further, yet my heart yearned for him, craving his presence.

I moved my hand to his face, feeling the roughness of his unshaven stubble against my fingertips. The sight of it added a rugged charm to his appearance. "So Liz is a hunter as well," I asked, my voice filled with curiosity.

"Yes, her father is the leader of one of the largest factions and is on the council of hunters," he explained.

"I'm not dating her, Emma. I was told I had to act, but just before we left for the werewolf realm, I learned Skade had arranged for me to marry her as part of a deal to merge our groups," he revealed, his voice filled with frustration. I could sense the tension in his words, almost as if they were tangible.

"They would force you to marry?" I questioned, my voice laced with disbelief.

"To them, it is business, and yes, although Skade raised me, I was not a full-fledged hunter until eighteen. When I turned eighteen, I had to sign a contract giving my life to the cause," he explained, his voice holding a mix of resignation and defiance.

"When I kissed her, it had no meaning, and I was already drawn to you," he confessed, his words causing a mixture of emotions to swirl within me. As he pulled my body closer to his, I could feel the warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I hate that these bruises were caused by me," he murmured, his voice filled with remorse. The weight of his guilt hung in the air, adding a layer of heaviness to the room.

"If I had told you earlier, I would have simply been seen as the very thing you want to destroy," I said to him. His grip tightened slightly, his touch both comforting and possessive.

"The bar, when you called me drunk, you were poisoned that night," he questioned.

"Yes, I was, but I am stronger than most. I'm able to handle wolfsbane a lot better," I assured him.

"I had no idea they were doing that," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret.

"Yet, if you had known, would you have really stopped them? Look, Clay, we can't change the past. We must simply learn how to move on from it. We can better ourselves and learn from the errors we have made," I said.

He cupped my breast with his hand, my body jolted in surprise, yet I liked it. The sensation sent a surge of electricity through me, a reminder of our physical connection. "Clay," I gasped, my voice a mixture of pleasure and uncertainty.

"We still have the whole night, Emma," he whispered huskily in my ear as he pressed his fingers into me once again.

I should stop him, but I couldn't resist the allure of his presence. His touch sent electric currents of desire coursing through my veins, each caress leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The weight of the world's stress momentarily lifted as I surrendered losing myself in the momentary bliss.

I moaned, unable to control the sensations coursing through my body. He withdrew his fingers and swiftly turned me over on the mattress, catching me off guard. My stomach pressed against the soft fabric as his weight pinned me down. I could feel his warm breath against my ear as he pushed his finger into my mouth. The taste of his skin mingled with the faint tang of sweat.

"I intend to make every minute count until we must leave," he murmured, his words sending electric jolts of anticipation through me. He nipped at my earlobe, making me squirm beneath him. I heard the distinct sound of a condom package being opened, heightening the excitement in the room. Before I knew it, his tip pressed against me once more, and he thrust into me, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, causing bursts of colors to dance before my eyes.

He continued to move with a rhythm that drove me to cry out in pleasure. The sound of our bodies coming together echoed through the room, blending with our moans and groans. I reveled in the feeling of his fingers intertwined with mine, pinned down under his strong grip. Every movement he made sent waves of pleasure radiating through me.

As the intensity built, Inara's voice filled my mind, reminding me of the insatiable desire we shared. My body responded, my fluids dripping with need. He felt better than any fantasy I had ever imagined. When he climaxed again, he wasted no time in pulling me into his arms, holding me close.

Confusion filled me as he carried me effortlessly to the bathroom. The warm water cascaded over our bodies, soothing any lingering soreness from our passionate encounter. His hands, like magnets, explored every inch of my body, committing it to memory. The steam filled the air, mingling with our heavy breaths.

How could I ever let him go? He had me completely under his spell, and tomorrow seemed like an impossible thought.