This wasn't the first time Celeste had heard Jeremy's voice when he was turned on, but she had never heard it so husky. It seemed like Jeremy himself was taken aback by his own voice, as he cleared his throat and softly whispered against Celeste's lips, "Do you like it, Celeste?"
As he spoke, his warm breath caressed her lips, leaving a slight moistness behind. Their lips were so close, every movement of Jeremy's mouth tickled Celeste's, creating a delightful sensation that made her lips tingle.
Celeste's lips curled into a playful smile. "Yes, I do," she whispered, her eyes locked onto Jeremy's. Her voice was a gentle breeze, barely audible. But their proximity allowed Jeremy to capture her words from the subtle movements of her lips. The deepening smile on Jeremy's face confirmed it.
In the next moment, Jeremy's lips gentely met Celeste's. It was different from their previous passionate kisses. This time, their kiss was infused with tenderness, like a butterfly's gentle touch. Celeste could feel the soft touch of Jeremy's tongue as it playfully danced with hers, exploring her mouth with a delicate touch and utmost care.
Jeremy's hand glided down Celeste's waist like a mischievous fish, seeking the thrill of forbidden territory. Meanwhile, his other hand found solace near her neck, his fingertips dancing along the delicate curve, sending shivers down her spine. It wasn't just an itch she felt. It was a tantalizing hunger, a deliciously maddening tickle that set their bodies ablaze.
Caught between Jeremy's firm body and the plush embrace of the couch, Celeste could sense his weight pressing against her, his fervent heat seeping through her pores, and the sculpted sinew of his muscles flexing with every breath.
She knew, oh, she knew the immense strength concealed beneath that chiseled physique, capable of leaving marks upon her tender skin. Yet, amidst the intoxication of their passionate kiss, Jeremy's touch became a gentle breeze, treating her as if she were an exquisite work of art, to be cherished and admired.
As Celeste closed her eyes, a kaleidoscope of sensations painted her reality. She surrendered herself to the blissful symphony that emanated from their entwined bodies, their connection growing tighter, closer, until the space between them seemed nonexistent.
In the hazy realm where air grew scarce, they reluctantly parted, their lips still tingling from the electric exchange. Their foreheads met, sharing an intimate connection as their gasps mingled in the air, a testament to the shared passion they had ignited.
Lost in the maze of desire, Celeste realized that at some point, she had been trapped in Jeremy's strong arms. Now her whole body leaned against him. Their eyes met, and they could see the flame of longing and desire flicking brightly in each other's gaze.
"Oh Goddess… I'm dying to mark you right now," Jeremy exclaimed in a raspy and low voice. His words were barely audible, leaving Celeste struggling to decipher them. But miraculously, she understood exactly what Jeremy meant.
The mention of marking sent a jolt through her heart, causing it to beat even faster. It was as if the invisible cocoon that enveloped them tightened its grip, creating an electrifying sensation that she couldn't get enough of.
"Well then, go ahead and mark me," Celeste responded, her eyes never leaving Jeremy's gaze. She didn't miss the fleeting spark in his eyes or the involuntary gasp he took, both of which spoke volumes.
"Are you absolutely sure?" Jeremy asked, his eyes fixated on Celeste's neck. The gaze was so hard and intense that it seemed to transform into a tangible force, making her neck tingle with anticipation.
A shiver ran down Celeste's spine, but she couldn't resist the urge any longer. She nodded, her voice quivering, "I'm sure, Jeremy. I'm ready. Mark me."
Jeremy took a deep breath, preparing himself for what was to come. With a tender touch, he placed a soft, chaste kiss upon Celeste's lips. As the kiss descended, it slowly but firmly trailed along her chin, leaving a trail of warmth and anticipation, until finally reaching the sensitive curve of her neck.
Celeste couldn't help but hold her breath, feeling a tingling electric current sliding down her spine. Jeremy's warm, humid exhale landed on Celeste's bare neck, causing her to hyperfocus on the sensitive nerves there, now more awakened than ever.
Itchy. That was the nagging sensation consuming Celeste's mind. She yearned to be touched, craved relief from the maddening itch. She longed for something sharp, firm, and tangible to graze her skin, to pierce through and bring sweet relief.
And there, Jeremy provided exactly what she needed. His velvety lips gently brushed against her neck, sending a jolt of pleasure that almost escaped as an involuntary moan. Celeste's arms instinctively tightened around Jeremy's waist, drawing him closer.
His soft lips caressed her skin, momentarily easing the itch. But all too quickly, that delicate touch wasn't enough. She was hungry for something more forceful. Something weighty descended upon her skin, marking her, claiming her.
As if hearing the cry of Celeste's innermost desires, Jeremy's warm and wet tongue pressed against her flesh, followed by a tantalizing suck.
Celeste let out a short gasp.
And Jeremy sucked again, his tongue moving in circles on her skin, creating the wet sound. The intoxicating sound reverberated in Celeste's ears, igniting a fiery heat in her cheeks.
Yet, it still wasn't sufficient.
Her wolf, restless and insatiable, craved something beyond. What did Celeste yearn for? What did she truly hunger for?
Before her senses could fully grasp the moment, Jeremy's teeth landed on her skin and sank in.
Caught off guard by the sudden pain, Celeste couldn't help but let out a short cry. But it was more than pain. She felt her untamed desires fulfilled.
She never imagined that his teeth sinking into her skin would feel like this—like a jolt of unexpected pleasure shooting through her nerve-filled flesh. The instant his teeth made contact, her head buzzed, and a rush of heat surged through her body, making her feel flushed. It was as if a tantalizing electric current coursed through every inch of their connection, sending shivers of delight down her spine.
That short cry of hers transformed into a prolonged, breathy moan.