The Runaway Luna's Daughter

Passion

Cora's moans filled the room like music, her body pulsating under Ferguson's every touch. He took her lips in his, making her moans his own. His hands traced her waistline slowly, holding them possessively to himself. His eyes stared into hers.

“I've missed you,” he said, his voice a low whisper.

“Then show me. Show me how much you've missed me.”

Her mouth parted. A gasp escaped as his hand slipped between her thighs.

He kissed her again. His kisses weren’t tender—they demanded. They remembered. Roughly. Deeply. His lips trailed from her mouth to her neck vigorously, his loins on fire.

Cora held onto him, her hands wrapped around his neck. She could feel his member pushing against her seeking release.

Her head tilted, eyes closed. She felt his breath against her neck. Hot. Desperate. Hungry. Lust radiated off him like heat from flame.

His hands found her zip. He pulled it down then slid the dress down her shoulders. His eyes lingered on her bosom. He traced a finger down the middle of her chest, his gaze on her face.

“Are you going to make love to me or…”

“Shhh,” Ferguson placed a hand across her lips. “Don't say anything. Just… feel.”

His lips found hers again. This time it was with purpose. A fiery purpose. He swirled his tongue in her mouth drawing more moans from her. His hand cupped her bra, fondling gently.

Their breathing—hot and heavy—roared in their ears. Nothing else mattered. Nothing.

“You'll need to lie down for this part.”

Ferguson guided her down the bed, his clothes clinging onto him like restraint. A thin barrier to everything he wanted.

“Let me undress you,” Cora pushed herself up. “Please.”

He didn’t speak—but the way he looked at her was answer enough.

She held his neck, planting a longing kiss on his lips. Her fingers slipped his buttons free, one at a time, like unwrapping something hot. Something dangerous.

She ran a hand across his hairy chest down to his lower abdomen tracing his well-defined abs. Impressive for a wolf his age.

Her hand grazed his loins. She caressed, squeezing gently through his pants.

“f**k,” she heard him mutter.

“That's exactly what I want you to do to me,” she whispered into his ears. “Stop teasing me and take what's already yours.”

Ferguson's brows raised. She was bolder now. More demanding. Was it the longing taking over her?

“I'm… loving this… this new you,” he groaned as her hand slipped into his pants, eager to feel him.

His pants fell as she undid his buckle. He looked down to see her looking up to him, biting her lower lip.

“You might want to lie down for this part,” she teased, her eyes glinting. But she didn't wait.

She took him in her mouth, her tongue wrapping around him like a flame.

“f**k…” the groan escaped his lips. His body trembled as the tension built up inside him.

Ferguson parted the hair that fell on her face with his fingers. Gripping them tightly, he shoved his entire length into her mouth.

She choked. But she didn't stop. She wanted it.

“Good Goddess,” he groaned. His body trembled as he came.

His body jerked intermittently, his breathing fast and ragged. He drew her up to her feet. Without a word, pressed her down to the bed.

His body hovered over hers as he trailed her neck with kisses. Slowly.

Her hands clawed at his back but he restrained them, taking them over her head and pinning them to the bed.

“No touching.”

Cora’s eyes rolled backwards as his lips teased her. He kissed her chest, his hot breath on her boobs. His tongue teased them intentionally missing the n*****s.

“Please… please…” she begged.

His lips curled up in a smile. He grazed one n****e with his tongue.

Her body shuddered as the wet flesh made contact. His lips enveloped the mound of flesh, his lips playing with her n*****s. He sucked them gently, interchangeably.

Cora's lips parted again, her moans rising above her hot breath. How she longed to clasp her hands around his body… how she longed to have him inside her… This teasing had lingered too much.

“f**k me… please…” she whispered.

Ferguson's lips trailed down her chest to her lower abdomen. She stopped him.

“I need you inside me.”

“And you will.”

“Now!” Her voice rose. “Please,” she said gently now.

He said nothing. He simply felt between her damp thighs with his fingers.

“You always did know my…” the words caught in her throat as he slid into her. “Body,” she gasped, her voice rasp. Raw.

Her hands now released clutched his back. She parted her legs as his hips crashed into hers, thrusting. Slow. Rhythmic. Deliberate.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, their sweaty bodies colliding in heat. She raised her hips to match his thrusts, her moans getting louder. More ragged.

He owned her. Claimed her. She loved the way he filled her. Stretched her.

His hot breath crashed against her neck. His lips grazed her lips faintly.

“You feel even better than I remember,” he whispered, his voice a rasp blend of wildness and desire.

“Don't… don't… stop—” she gasped, her body stiffening.

He didn't stop. He couldn't. Her legs trembled around him. The way her body responded to his—desperately. Hungrily.

Their eyes locked again. A fiery exchange of gazes. He could see the ecstacy in her eyes. She could see the wild desire in his. Almost primal.

He grabbed her wrists, pinning them down to the bed beside her.

She whimpered as her legs quivered, her orgasm building up.

He thrusted faster, losing his rhythm. Only one thing mattered now. Only one thing drove him.

He felt her walls tightening around him, drawing him in, deeper.

“f**k,” he gritted his teeth.

Cora's nails dug into his back, her body jerking as her orgasm rippled through her in one electrifying wave. Her moans—this time louder, wilder—filled the room. Her legs tremored as the aftershock washed through her body.

But he wasn't done.

His body surged as his thrusts became rougher. Erratic.

Her voice came in a whimper with his every thrust. She could feel a second orgasm building up. It was too quick. Too soon.

He buried his face into her neck one final time. He groaned into her ears, his body convulsing as he came.

She felt the heat inside her—thick. Warm.

His frame collapsed on her. He still stayed in her, his breathing hard against her ear. A long second ticked by.

He finally rolled over to his back. His chest heaved as he stared up into the ceiling, his skin damp.

The room grew quiet. It smelled of passion. Of satisfied lust. Of s*x. Sweet and raw.

The rhythm of their heavy breathing hung in the air. Their bodies glistened under the dim light in the room.

Cora turned to him, her hair scattered on the pillow. Messy. She smiled.

Ferguson caught her eyes. He laughed softly. Breathlessly.

“You're not the same, Cora. Something's changed about you.”

“Oh, yeah?” she cooed shuffling closer to him. “What?” She traced her fingers on his chest.

“I don't know. You feel… more alive.”

“I know,” she whispered.

He drew her closer. Her head rested on his shoulder.

His brows furrowed as he stared into the ceiling. Would the nightmares return tonight? He didn't know. For now, peace came with the silence. He sighed.

Cora stared at his face. A glint shone in her eyes. She wasn't smiling now. She was smirking.