L O L A ' S P. O. V
The brush of his lips against mine was fulfilling in every sense of the word. I felt the word drift away around us, the disgusting room melt into the perfect utopian setting.
His body was rigid at first, shock causing tension to racket through his body. Then his arms slowly relaxed, his hands settled on my waist, one drifting up to cup my cheek.
As he tilted his head sidewards, he let his tongue peek out, testing the calming waters. I clung to his neck tighter, wounding my arms around his large frame.
An involuntary moan slipped free, as his tongue grazed mine, the shuttering feeling erupted through my body, languishing whilst he tortured me with soft slow strokes.
I felt the embrace. The pull of our two wolves calling out to one another, they were communicating
