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Burning For You

Austin POV

I turn the knob, the door opens and there she stands, her black shiny curls pulled back into a low puff, a subtle glow on her face so natural that I can’t even tell if she is wearing makeup. I can’t help my eyes as they wander down her curvy frame that is visible thanks to the baby pink t-shirt that fits like a second skin paired with blue distressed jeans. She's dressed so differently now compared to her school uniform that always swallows her shape. She looks so refined in contrast to the school image she portrays.

I push the door further back for her to enter, but she keeps her eyes cast down to the point I wonder if she even notices me standing shirtless in front of her.

"Can I come in?" she asks in a voice that relied on my heightened senses to hear.

Struggling to tame my frustration, I exhale slowly. "Yes come in."

She never lifts her head and I'm sure she only knows where to go because she's looking at my feet as I walk up the stairs.

"Close the door behind you." I order as we both enter my room. She does as told, then faces me directly but still never makes eye contact.

I run my hand over my face, bewildered. She as Luna? Some sick joke the gods must be playing on me. I mean, my picture of a Luna is a strong, powerful, confident woman... Clearly everything she's not.

10 minutes pass and still a car-park size gap remain between us but I'm not about to waste a perfectly good moment to pop a cherry by standing by idly, simply watching her like a framed picture on a wall.

I sigh and walk towards her, grabbing her waist and pulling her towards my chest. Her head shoots up as the most electrifying spark erupts throughout my body.

This is my first time holding her and immediately, unknown feelings are aroused, sending my beating heart wild. I could hear my wolf howling with greedy desire. I look down into her hazel eyes as she finally gazes into mine and I'm completely hypnotized.

She bites her bottom lip, my c**k twitches and my eyes instantly make those pink luscious lips my new focal point. I lean down slowly, refusing to take my eyes off of them.

But at the last minute, she turns her head and instead my lips meet her cheek. My eyes widen in shock and my brows knit together as she squeezes her hands up between us and pushes me back slightly.

She looks at me. "I know this is going to be our first and last… so, can I please be in charge?"

Why do I now find her innocence so damn cute?

I faintly chuckle, she barely knows how to look me in the eyes but now she wants to take over. I've got to see this. I place my hands to my side. "Sure, go ahead."

She takes a step closer to me and tiptoes. Without me bending, her lips reach my collarbone. It's a soft and airy open-mouth kiss and I feel a tingle trickling down to my core. Her hands slowly slide up my chest, her fingertips leaving tiny sparks of pleasure wherever they touch.

Believe it or not, she is beginning to turn me on more than I thought possible. Instinctively, I reach out wrapping my hands around her waist, pulling her flush against me. However, she stops and pushes back, shaking her head.

Brex whines at our lack of contact and I can't help but notice how she’s beginning to drive me crazy with need. I reach out for her again hating the emptiness created by the space between us, but she takes another step back, further away from me.

I release a low growl, narrowing my eyes on her, letting her know I'm not about the games, but she does even flinch, she literally stands her ground staring at me… with those big... beautiful hazel eyes. Ughh!

I throw my hands up in frustrated surrender. "Fine. I won't touch you."

She gives a subtle smile and walks back over to me, gently pushing me backward until the back of my feet hit the frame of the bed. I sit at its edge and she stands between my legs and leans down. Her lips touch my neck and I can feel the beast in me and under my towel desperately trying to break free, and that's something new, because all other girls are only ever able to awaken one of the two.

'She's going to be the death of me.' Brex grunts, fighting the increment urge to touch her.

She's working so soft and gentle and yet so slow that the anticipation of what she'll do next starts killing me.

I want to grab her and pin her to the bed but I don't want her to stop. She's torturing me and I love and hate it all the same.

She pushes me down, and I'm now lying flat on my back as she climbs on top, straddling me. She positions her hip directly over my erection and sits.

A moan slips from my lips as I feel myself growing more than I did during puberty.

Please start bouncing or rocking… please do something, anything, I internally plead having the full support of Brex, but she just sits there staring at me for a while like she’s trying to memorize every inch of my body. Finally, she slowly grabs the hem of her shirt.

My heart thumps wildly in my chest as I intensely watch her slowly lift the shirt up and over her head. My throbbing c**k aches and she's clearly making it worst and doing nothing about it. I reach out to take hold of her hips just to jumpstart the process but she spots my movement before they reach her and she shakes her head.

Reluctantly, I pull back, stifling a growl of fustration.

She's now in a sexy black lace bra and leans down, leaving opening kisses down my neck. My body shivers and at this point, moaning is inevitable. I want to hold her, but I fight with every fiber of my being not to. Brex is a heated mess, and this 'no touch' rule is only working damage.

I resort to raising my hips slightly, trying to generate some sort of friction and I’m somewhat successful, causing the sweetest moan to leave her lips.

My heart skips a beat, dying to hear it again, leaving Brex and I desperately fighting to suppress the urge to do more.

Her lips move down my chest burning me with a deep passion for more of her. Her mouth latches on to my n****e and her tongue does the whirly dirly. I bite my bottom lip, breathing heavy, unable to control the deep throaty moans she’s evoking from me.

I place my hand under my head, too scared I might grab her and ruin this moment. She slides down even lower, looking up at me from the cover of her long black lashes.

Damn, her breath lingers just above the towel, littering my skin with goosebumps, and I’m silently begging her to rip the towel off. She then lays hold of its rim and I ease up for her to pull it off. She licks the center of my V line as she starts tugging on the towel. I hold my breath, waiting anxiously for the moment she frees my throbbing d**k, desperately hoping she’d probably do to it what she did to my n*****s-

*Beep, Beep, Beep*