80 **Tides Of Passion

From my position, I could see that his body was enveloped in a sheen of sweat, canines elongated to prick his lower lip and caused a droplet of blood to drip down his chin onto my chest.

I could tell that he was close.

Really, really close.

The sensations of his rapid and frantic pounding made me unable to open my eyes but I forced myself to keep them open, watching Eros passionate face because I wanted to see him in the throes of passion.

And I have to admit that it was something that I would never forget.

His dark blue eyes were half-lidded, canines protruding from his mouth while a droplet of blood stained his chin.

His stomach muscles bunched and relaxed with every hard thrust while I could only lay there and take everything he had to give.

Eros' mouth found that spot on my neck again, kissing and wetting the flesh with his tongue.

Then, he bit down hard, clamping down on my skin as I writhed and tried to move away at the sudden burning pain in my neck that made my face scrunch together.

Eros roughly slammed into me as deeply as he could go.

The tip of his shaft bit into my cervix with a burning of sparks as he came hard inside of me.

The hot thick semen filled my womb in quick forceful spurts when his body relaxed.

And his weight came down on my body for a split second before he quickly held himself up with his forearms, panting heavily against my neck in the aftermath.

I was too tired to think or even open my eyes.

But I could feel him kiss against the mark that he made on my skin, lapping at the blood that still oozed from the wound with leisurely movements.

We laid here breathing for a minute or so when Eros pulled back, slowly removing his slightly softened shaft from my body.

Immediately, a sticky trail of creamy white came out with his exit.

It trickled down my skin with a succession of warm heat that made me tremble again.

When I looked up, I noticed that Eros' eyes were trained onto the junction of my thighs.

He stared avidly at the creamy white semen that trickled down in warm rivulets.

I immediately had a bad feeling and made a move to close my legs but Eros was one step faster.

His fingers gripped the back of my knees and held my legs open while his eyes heatedly stared down at the mess between my thighs with an unwavering gaze.

Then, I felt him push my legs further apart.

Uh-oh.

"Eros—" I managed to get his name out as quick as I could, but Eros slid home in one sharp thrust that made me fall flat onto my back again.

I am guessing that werewolves are locked and loaded much faster than the average human male who needed recuperating time.

One minute he was finished ejaculating and rather flaccid inside of me only to become extremely hard the next.

Was there no such thing as rest time for him?

I gave out a strangled groan before getting swept back into the tides of passion again.

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The musky scent of what we had done hung thick in the air, filling the entire room with our combined essence like a pheromone inducing aphrodisiac.

Through my closed eyelids, the morning sun was starting to filter in from the curtains when I tried to roll myself around and found that I couldn't.

I was getting hot and bothered because of the immense source of heat that was attached to my back, yet moving seemed like an impossible thing to do.

Eros' arm was draped across my stomach as we lay on our sides, attached together and naked as the day we were born.

My entire back aches like no other along with my extremely swollen breasts while I was still stuffed down below like a turkey for Thanksgiving.

Eros was still inside of me.

And, truthfully speaking, I couldn't move a single muscle from last night's exercise to do anything about it.

Why was it that Eros did all the work yet I'm the one left feeling like I have been run over by a bulldozer and then had a wrecking ball dropped on me?