Falling For Storm
Chapter 20

Amara

Oh. My. God. I think I just died and went to heaven! I didn’t know what happened, but that was the most intense feeling I’ve ever experienced, and I wanted more of it again and again if I could. Whatever Storm did was so good that I blacked out for a bit and saw stars. And though I was a bit embarrassed to admit that I couldn’t get enough and wanted more, I didn’t hesitate to say yes when he asked if we should continue. I was aware of the underlying tone of his question, and I wanted this to happen more than I’ve wanted anything my whole life. I know that to any normal person, this is a recipe for disaster, but since turning into a wolf, I have felt and understood what Storm feels when he talks about being a mate. I could feel it. I knew it in my heart and had felt it even before everything happened between us.

He turned the shower off and wiped every part of me with a towel before leading me back to bed. A jolt of electricity ran through every part of my body as I waited for what was going to happen next. We stood at the foot of the bed, locking eyes. I didn’t know that I was holding my breath until he cupped my face with one hand and then slowly slid it down to where my shoulder and neck are connected. Instantly, my pulse quickened under his touch, and that made him grin.

“Amara, are you sure you want this?” he asked, and I nodded, unable to utter a single word.

“I won’t be able to stop this time because I’m barely keeping myself in check. Do you hear me?”

I nodded once more to answer him, making his grin widen.

“I’m going to bite you here,” he said, pointing at the base of my neck.

“It’s not going to hurt, and it will be quick, and then I’m going to make love to you.”

I didn’t say anything because I was feeling all these emotions. I was excited, nervous, curious, scared, but most of all happy, and I couldn’t put them into words, so I did what I could to let him know that I wanted this, which was to stand on my toes and pull him in for a kiss. I moved my lips and my tongue in a way that would let him know how much I felt for him right now, and his answering groan told me that he knew exactly what I was asking him to do. He was no longer holding back, and that made me smile while we kissed.

“Mark me, Storm. I’m all yours and only yours,” I declared, and that was all it took for him to drop his head to where he wanted to mark me and bite down.

I felt a tiny sting when his fangs broke through my skin and into my flesh, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of ecstasy. His mouth loosened its hold, and I felt him lick my bite wound before straightening himself to look at the expression I was holding. A surge of completeness and contentment could be clearly seen in his eyes, and it was pure bliss to behold when his gaze fell on mine. I gave him the sweetest smile I could possibly give because all I could feel for this man was nothing short of love and respect. I was giving everything I was to him in the same way he was giving all of himself to me, and it was the most beautiful thing.

He slowly lowered me onto the bed and hovered above me. I spread my legs further apart, inviting him to settle comfortably over me, and the next few minutes became a blur as our lust and need for each other took over and went into overdrive. Just when I felt the head of his cock brush near my opening, he suddenly stopped and looked at me with eyes as wide as saucers.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed.

“What? What’s wrong?” I asked, clearly confused by his outburst.

“I don’t have a condom. I don’t want to get you pregnant yet,” he explained in frustration.

I giggled at the sight of him, knowing well that postponing this was the last thing on his mind right now. I didn’t want to say anything at first, but when he was about to get up, I pulled him back down on top of me, wrapping my legs around his waist and caging him in.

“I’ve been on the pill since I was in senior high, so we’re safe if you still want it,” I confessed, and he howled like a madman before kissing me passionately.

He sat on his heels, and his hand slid down between my thighs, rubbing the most sensitive part with his thumb, making my hips jerk up. I was panting hard by the time he was giving his massive cock a few pumps. That’s got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. He rubbed the head of his cock from my clit down to my opening several times, coating himself with my wetness, before positioning himself back on top of me.

I gasped as he slowly entered me because I felt pain, and he stilled on top of me. He didn’t move for a while, making sure that I was well adjusted and okay before inching in deeper. Once he was fully in me, he didn’t start moving right away. He gave me a moment to feel comfortable and just continued to kiss me everywhere his mouth could reach, whispering sweet things to me a few times. I moved my hips upward, letting him know that I was ready, and he slowly eased back and pushed down.

“Ah,” I moaned, and he drew a shuddering breath.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked, and I nodded in response.

The pain I felt earlier was quickly replaced by pleasure each time he pulled back a little further than the previous one and came back at a steady pace. He took a nipple in his mouth and flicked his tongue over it as he started thrusting a little bit faster. I kept saying, “Oh, fuck!” in my head because what he was doing to me and how he was doing it felt so good.

Storm, please,” I pleaded, and that made him quicken his pace more.

He was now pounding in and out of me quickly, and I was loving every slip and slide. His cock was pulsing in me in the same way my walls were quivering around him.

“Fuck!” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

I kept sliding up and down on the mattress, my fingers scratching his back each time he moved his hips. I threw my head back as my body arched forward, sensing the same feeling I had in the shower, but this was way different and way stronger. If that was on a scale of ten, this was on a scale of one hundred. He then sat back on his heels, tilting my hips upward, before continuing to fuck me senseless while his free hand rubbed my clitoral area furiously. And holy shit! The feeling was too much for me to handle.

I felt my orgasm explode, and waves of pleasure hit me hard. It was so good that he had me screaming like a possessed woman, begging for more. He was watching me quiver uncontrollably beneath him with a satisfied look, and then his thrusts came in short succession, and I felt a warm gush in me as he groaned my name like a prayer as he reached his orgasm. We both collapsed on top of each other, breathing heavily and all sweaty, and I didn’t care. This was it; I’m officially his, and he’s officially mine.