He didn’t pull out from me immediately.
He just stood there, his face buried into my neck as he placed soft kisses all over my collarbone. Somehow, this felt more intimate than the actual act of him f*****g me.
He brushed my hair away from my neck, placing soft kisses over my throat and up to my cheeks, my jaw and my nose. I couldn’t stop the small giggle that left my lips.
The sound felt so foreign, so unusual. I didn’t f*****g giggle, but here I was, kicking my feet like a school girl while he stood between my thighs.
“You’re a f*****g dream, little wolf,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine.
Just as I was about to close the distance and kiss him, he pulled back. I felt empty as he pulled out of me, the cold air biting into my naked skin.
Elias reached for my clothes gestured for
