Epilogue - Rissa #2
Brooks's eyelids flutter as he inhales again, as if relishing and basking in the scent of my arousal before he hooks his skilful fingers on opposite sides of my panties, then begins to lower them.
I lift my bottom to let him slide my panties down my legs. He bundles the black lace in both hands, then lifts it to his nose and breathes in deeply.
An unsteady breath escapes me at the sight of his seductive action, and my thighs part even further because anything this man does will leave me in a puddle of wanton need.
As he hooks his arms under my knees to draw my legs over his broad shoulders, he sinks lower and presses a kiss to my moistened folds.
Yup, he's worshipping again, and praising my womanhood with every soft lick and purposeful flick on my bundle of nerves. As the nub starts to swell from the sensations he administers with his expert tongue, a knot coils in the pit of my tummy, ready to explode any moment now.
“Oh, my Goddess… Brooks…” I moan as I card my fingers through his long locks of dark hair, gripping the roots so tightly that it forces his eyes to meet mine. “... That feels so… Ungh!”
I'm thrown over the edge when he slips a finger through my aching hole, my walls clamping around the digit to form a vacuum that pulls his finger into my gushing depths.
He only pumps twice before my orgasm bursts through me, setting fire on every inch of my body and leaving me a pool of mass where I can't make out where I end or begin.
Brooks takes the liberty of pulling the dress over my head while I'm still riding out the high, taking hold of my breasts that fit perfectly in his large hands.
His lips are all over my chest, peppering kisses that ignite my flesh with heated goosebumps and send more pleasure between my thighs. Intoxicated by the richness of his natural masculine scent mingled with the sweetness of my cum, all I want is his lips on mine, hardly able to breathe on my own.
“Brooks…” I whimper with an anguished squeak that has him sitting up and pressing his forehead to mine, staring so deeply into my eyes that I feel seen again.
Seen for who I truly am, just as I can see his sincerity written clearly in his cool, silver-gray eyes.
“Rissa…” he whispers as if he's making an oath with my name. “... I'm going to mark you now…” he says as his hand slides across my neck, sweeping my curls from my ear. “... You're mine… now and forever…”
My eyes soften as my heart skips a beat in acceptance of his declaration.
I can only manage a timid nod as he stares at me expectantly, his eyes glossed over with fierce shards of raven black possession that have my heart beating unsteadily.
Anticipation slows down my breath as he leans in, lips parting to make way for his sharp canines protruding from the corners of his mouth.
His beastly appearance as he stares at me with a feral glint in his eyes sets my heart ablaze, my body aching for what comes next.
In response to his distended canines, I tilt my head to the side, allowing him to consume my bare body with his natural heat as he leans into my neck and pierces my flesh with his wolf teeth.
The sharp pain quickly subsides when the pleasure of becoming the Alpha's claimed mate takes over, the sensations rolling through my body the longer he keeps his mouth latched on my scent gland.
Behind my eyelids, stars begin forming as Brooks sucks on my neck where he's drawing blood.
He only moves to remove his pants, freeing his erection from its confines as he pulls his teeth from my neck.
He draws back, and I witness his canines retracting as his eyes go from black to sparkling silver.
I reach out and wipe the spot of my blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes closing solemnly as he breathes out a sigh of relief.
“You're mine now…” he says as he opens his eyes and turns his head into my hand to press a kiss on the inside of my wrist. “... All mine…”
“Yes… I am yours… Forever…” I whisper, just as the Ferris wheel climbs to the peak of its structure.
I grab a fistful of his sweater in a motion for him to get it off.
When he does, our lips meet in a feverish kiss where I can still taste the remnants of my blood, sweetened by his saliva as he grabs the rails behind my head and nudges his cock into me.
The delicious stretch of my walls to welcome his ample girth leaves me breathless, only breathing with the aid of his passionate kisses as I drink in the hot air he feeds me while he continues to thrust. I've long since forgotten my fear of heights, reaching a new height of my existence with our bodies united as one.
“Oh… Brooks!” I scream at the top of my lungs, feeling so free and liberated when we make another rotation on the Ferris wheel, and I'm able to just let go as I cling to his shoulders.
Brooks holds me tightly, fiercely staring into my eyes as he drawls, “I'm gonna come, and so are you.”
I mewl and nod as I cling to him, my nails digging crescent moons in his flesh as his arms close around me.
Warmth flows through my walls as Brooks groans, his thrusts becoming shallower as he fills me with hot ropes of cum.
I explode at the same time, screaming his name at the top of my lungs as my arms become limp at my sides.
Spent and sated, every inch of my body tingles as I ride out the high of my orgasm. Brooks scoops me into his arms, my body so pliant that I need his firm strength to climb down from the high and catch my breath.
He's already peppering kisses on my face, sweeping the hair that stuck to my cheeks with my sweat.
“I love you, Rissa Rudolph,” he declares with a tender whisper.
“I love you too, Brooks Howell,” I sigh as I contentedly lay my head on his shoulder as we continue riding the Ferris wheel and admiring the view of Girdwood from up here.
What a wild ride!
But I wouldn't have it any other way, with any other man, except the one destined for me.
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THE END