I felt so small in Jared's arms. He towered above me like a monument that made me feel shielded from all dangers in the world. And even though I could taste my own tears in our kiss, it was still amazing. It was passionate, on the verge of desperate, and so steaming hot it felt like the entire house was about to be set on fire around us. It wasn't only his plump lips and the tip of his tongue constantly teasing mine that made me tremble in his arms. It was the way he touched me. It was the glow in his eyes, the feral one that revealed his true colors. That he was a werewolf of nature yet tamed by me. It made me feel so incredibly powerful and cherished.

We stumbled through the hallway, unable to see anything else but each other. And I pulled his coat off before my hands coiled themselves around his neck and into his hair. I wanted his ponytail gone. I wanted him to be the same wild man I'd fell in love with. I didn't want him to change. I didn't want to domesticate him just because he thought that was necessary for us to be together. I wanted him to claim me in any way he wanted, because I trusted him maybe even more than I trusted myself.

His big hands went up and down my back and pulled me so flushed against his body that it felt like he was trying to absorb me with his soul. I didn't mind that at all. And when he cupped my butt cheeks and lifted me off the ground, I knew I was shaped down to the tiniest detail to fit this rare man. It was perfection. It was divinity.

Our tongues battled each other in a match driven by desire we couldn't control. Even though it was a fight, we'd both won already the first day we met, and now the fire between us was spiraling out of control and neither of us wanted to quench it. I moaned when I felt his manhood hard against my pelvis, and I smiled against his lips when I heard his typical deep growl that told me that he struggled to control himself.

"My room," I mumbled without taking my lips off his. It seemed like nothing in the whole world could tear us apart right now, and Jared refused to let go of me even if it only was so I could lead the way. Instead we stumbled across the living room and up the stairs, while I told the direction in monosyllables, until we crashed against the door to my room.

My body had never responded to anyone the way it did to him. He made me wet and longing just by the way the thrusted his pelvis against my area, and his strong arms held me in the perfect height to kiss him breathless. I dug my fingers into his hair and pulled, then I smiled when I got the reaction I wanted. His low growling that increased the more heated we got. We simply couldn't waste any more time. He needed me, and I needed him. Simple as that. And the very same second he shut the door closed behind us, he put me down and cupped my area with his hand and started rubbing me exactly the way I longed for. And I gladly returned the gesture by stroking his bulge with my palm.

He was massive. A part of me would be scared if I realized that the first time we had sex, but now? I knew exactly how well I would adapt to him and that he would be careful not to hurt me. But I was getting impatient. I wanted more of what he was giving me, and it made him chuckle lowly. Then I felt embarrassed for being so needy, which was forgotten the second he moved his hand inside the waistband of my sweatpants and locked his eyes with mine.

Everything was so intense. It was like the world didn't exist anymore, and there was only him and I, preparing for the oldest dance in history. This wasn't just sex. We were making love, and to be honest that was what we did the first time too. And the second. We just didn't know it then. Or at least I didn't. I didn't even know what making love was until he showed me. I was ruined, and he would spend the rest of his life to heal me. Or, that's how it felt. And while he looked at me with eyes full of adoration, he pulled my panties aside and made direct contact with my folds.

The moan that erupted from within me was like fuel to the desire that had taken control of him. But instead of being scared by his natural dominance, he made me feel empowered. To be needed by someone so strongly, made me feel good. Extremely good. And the way he gently slipped two of his fingers inside me made me throw my head back and push against his hand.

"Gorgeous," he murmured and kept altering between pumping into me and circling my swollen pearl, until it drove me to the absolute brink of how much I could take without tipping over the edge. Then he curled his fingers up to stroke the spot inside me while he urged me to let go.

"Fuck!" I cried out when the first contraction hit. I rarely cursed, but the words that slipped out of my mouth right then was either incomprehensible or something I wished was incomprehensible. However, he didn't seem to be bothered. Rather the opposite. And when he started begging to be inside me, I simply nodded and helped him remove my pants while the aftermath of my orgasm still lingered in my body. Then his own fell to the floor together with our underwear, and I would forever cherish the way he looked at me when I allowed him to remove my t-shirt and bra.

I had no bruises anymore and my wounds had healed. Some of them had left scars that made me sad because they reminded me of something I wanted to forget. But in front of Jared, I didn't feel self-conscious. In some absurd way these scars symbolized what brought us together, and that I'd been stronger than everything that caused them. And when he leaned down to kiss my areolas one at a time and placed his palm on my growing belly, my heart swelled with warmth.

"I want you," I whispered. Then I felt shy for saying such a thing straight out. His reaction was different than expected, though. He simply took my hand and placed it on his member, non-verbally telling me to do whatever I wanted. That made me blush. I'd never been in control of any male before, especially not in a situation like this. And he felt so thick in my hand that I struggled to reach my fingers around it.

Stunned, I watched him close his eyes when I started stroking him. I could feel his veins buckle inside his shaft, and his skin was warm and soft. The tip was moist with drops of the seeds that had brought me into the state I was in, and right then I realized that I wanted more of it. I didn't want him to pull out this time. I wanted him to come undone the way it was supposed to be, and I wanted it now. So I leaned against the wall for support and lifted my leg a bit, and I smiled when he thrusted his pelvis forward as a spontaneous reaction when his tip met my entrance. Then he composed himself.

"Look at me, Skylar."

I didn't realize I'd closed my eyes and tensed up until he made me aware of it. It just happened. And it was so strange too, because in my mind I wanted him more than anything, yet my body didn't allow me to relax. Nevertheless, Jared took his sweet time to make sure I was comfortable. Then, while holding my gaze, he pushed inside, inch by inch, retracted a bit and pushed further, until he filled me up completely, throbbing and aching for his release.

Since I was shorter than him, he lifted me up again and wrapped my thighs around his waist before he started thrusting at a slow pace. And for each hip roll he brought me back to the top of the mountain I just dived from. Big hands squeezed my butt cheeks, and I knew the grip would get stronger the closer he came to his orgasm. I was looking forward to that. Somehow it was the most erotic thing he could do except for ramming his pelvis faster and faster against mine while his dark orbs bore into mine.

He was losing his rhythm now. He growled into my neck and pounded me so hard that a picture frame fell from the wall. His facial expressions made him look furious even though I knew he wasn't, and small grunts triggered a slow explosion that started in my spine and made my thighs tremble. My core pulsated around his manhood until it felt like I couldn't take anymore. My skin prickled with goosebumps and my lips swelled, and my areolas tightened like tiny rose buds, all a visual sign of my climax. And when he gave me his last, forceful thrusts, I threw my head back and screamed his name in euphoria while I clung to him like I was scared of falling.

His nose was still hidden in the crook of my neck several moments later, and his heavy breathing felt like a warm storm against my skin. He kept twitching a bit and thrusted a few times more before he carried me over to the bed. However, he didn't pull out. For some reason there was something incredibly intimate to still be connected by our genitals even when we were done. And though the pressure subsided when he gradually became flaccid, he rolled his hips a couple of times more and whimpered from the sensitivity, which made us both chuckle, and I could feel the product of our lovemaking seep out between us.

"You're so incredibly beautiful," he whispered and gently stroked a few strands of hair away from my sweaty forehead. I knew he could see the scars from the bear next to my ear, but it seemed like he was more focused on my lips. And he mirrored my smile until he kissed me. A slow tango that spoke in volumes about his satisfaction. It took my breath away. Then he tried to end it with a short peck, and I immediately pulled him back for a more passionate one, which made him chuckle again. A deep and warm laugh that made my heart flutter and made me giggle with him.

We teased each other and fought for dominance with our lips and tongues. Curious fingers went from being knitted above my head, to going on adventures on their own, and I realized just how hairy he was. I'd never liked guys with lots of body hair before. However, when it came to Jared, I couldn't think of him in any other way, and the way it tickled my fingertips when I trailed the contours of his pecks and abs made me smile. Until he slowly started thrusting again. Then I moaned.

The sensation of a large, strong man on top of me, with his member buried deep between my legs did something to me. He didn't even have to tell me I looked beautiful or that he loved me, because he already showed me that through his eyes. And the way his body moved told me he was preparing for another round. I could feel it too. The way he grew harder and made me stretch around his girth for the second time made my eyes roll back and my fingers claw at his shoulders and chest.

I moved my hands down along his spine and pulled him closer to encourage him to give me more, and he wasn't hard to beg. Only this time, everything felt different. We weren't in a rush anymore. We took our time to explore each other and to thoroughly enjoy every single moment of finally being together again. He kissed my shoulder, looked at me with mild eyes, and rolled his hips. Then he chuckled from my moan and kissed the tip of my nose. His muscles flexed underneath his warm skin, and I couldn't suppress the urge to rest my palms on his butt while he pushed and pulled. He was so strong and dominant, and I kept wanting more. That last part made me blush.

Even though we took our time and dwelled with each moment, we came to a point where our breathing changed, and the passion grew stronger. Jared's pace increased and he thrusted firmer, and I kept moaning into his ear. Now and then I could feel his teeth scrape the skin on my neck, but I didn't think much of it until I noticed that he seemed frustrated about it. Like he held himself back. But just when I was about to ask, he started thrusting deeper and moved his hand down to rub my clit, and soon I wasn't able to talk at all.

The room was filled with the sounds of our lovemaking, and my moans sang a serenate with his. We were two old spirits who had found back together, and it was all meant to be. And when everything ended in a mesmerizing crescendo, he let out a little howl just as he reached his completion.

I was smiling. I don't think I'd ever felt happier in my life. And when he rolled off to lay beside me in bed, I snuggled up against his body and received an embrace and a kiss on top of my head in return.

"You feel it too," he said with a husky voice, and somehow, I knew what he meant. And to make sure I didn't get cold, he pulled the bed sheets over us, while he stroked my back.

"You feel it, too," he stated, and it was like I knew what he meant. But before I could reflect on it, we heard the sound of the main door slamming shut, and my parents having their typical, loud discussion. Then they turned silent for a moment.

Until...

"SKYLAR? WHO'S COAT IS THIS?"