He pressed his body against mine, enveloping me completely for a moment before rising up on his elbows to hover above me. His touch was warm, and I could feel the intense desire between my legs, the anticipation of igniting a fire within me. Our skin, moistened by our breaths, served as a barrier that heightened the intensity of our connection.

With a few tantalizing strokes, he used his manhood to make himself slick, reigniting my excitement and drawing me back into the moment. As he entered me, I couldn't help but gasp, my grip tightening around his lower back, my fingers balled into a fist to prevent leaving him bloody from my untrimmed fingertips.

It had been years since I had been intimate with him, and although it wasn't without some discomfort, even with my recent encounter with his brother, it awakened my senses both sexually and mentally. But at that moment, I realized there was no turning back. Our friendship's boundaries were no longer just blurred, but utterly obliterated. We couldn't pretend that this was a mistake made in our youth, driven by foolishness.

Pausing briefly, we locked eyes as he leaned down to kiss me again, his lips tender and sweet, checking to ensure I was okay. My body relaxed, and he pushed forward once more, delving deeper into me. He repeated this motion, back and forth, until he filled me completely.

I tightened around him, relishing the sensation of him inside me, fulfilling the insatiable ache he had caused with all the foreplay. My hands found their way to his backside as he pulled out, and I squeezed his flesh, guiding him back in. He hit that spot that rocked my core, taking my pleasure to new heights. I used my hands to urge him to do it again and again until I arched my back and cried out, "Yes!" with an exasperated whisper, "Please... again."

I felt the surge of exhilaration within him, a deep growl escaped his lips, and I could feel the tightening of my body around him as he obeyed my every command, his pace quickened, he pulled his head back, his mouth slightly ajar as he took in a breath. I lay there, captivated, as his canines elongated once more. It was a sight both mesmerizing and breathtaking. No matter how many times I witnessed this magical transformation, it always felt as though I was seeing it for the first time.

Suddenly I caught the wave of his internal struggle as he attempted to retract his fangs, battling to suppress the beast within. No longer able to fully indulge in our pleasure, he gradually slowed his movements, lifting himself off me slightly, as if trying to distance himself. His hands rested on either side of my shoulders, as if he were willing himself to get up, to escape from me. I reached up and gently cupped his face, urging his lips back to mine, assuring him that I wasn't afraid.

"Caleb," I whispered, my gaze locked with his, a blend of blues and whites reflecting the conflict within him. He looked at me, his expression a mixture of emotions, his eyes momentarily shifting away, as if he felt ashamed to meet my gaze with his wolf eyes. I loved the wild spirit residing within him as deeply as I loved the man, I could never fear him.

I nudged him to flip over, and he obeyed, perhaps he assumed I would be the one to get up and leave, relieving him of the burden of doing it himself. But I refused to let him linger in self-doubt like this forever, always so overly hyper focused on our genetic difference, I wasn’t all human after all.

I straddled him, he was taken aback as he placed his hands on my hips, a slight smile played at his lips at my boldness. I was not a child anymore. Pressing my body against his I took him in my hand, I guided him back inside me. The heat emanating from his skin wasn't just a reflection of my own; he was genuinely burning for me.

His breath hitched as I leaned back for a moment, pushing him in deeper before withdrawing slowly and thrusting back in flexing my folds around him. Leaning down, I captured his lips with mine as he lifted slightly to meet me. His breaths were shallow, filled with soft sounds of pleasure as I moved my hips. Tugging at his lower lip with my teeth, I showed him I wasn't afraid of his sharpness.

A rumble of satisfaction vibrated from his chest, a sign of his wolf side enjoying the moment just as much as I was. He pulled me closer, meeting my lips eagerly. Rocking me back and forth, I kept him buried deep inside me, feeling waves of pleasure coursing through me with each movement. It was a sensation I never knew could be so intense. Releasing my mouth, he lay back on to the carpet, gripping my hips and guiding me up and down, a sense of urgency in his demands of me. Another wave of pleasure washed over me, surprised at how much more he could claim of me, even though I was the one in control.

Sweat glistened on his skin as I watched him, his eyes half-lidded, lips slightly parted, and ragged breaths indicating he was nearing his peak. I relished getting to see that climb as I pleasured him with my body.

I wanted to be the one to bring him to that place, I desired to ride him and witness his release. However as I felt myself rising and I quickened my rhythm, his eyes snapped open with a fierce growl as he gazed up at me.

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His eyes, ablaze with intense white fire, revealed the primal instincts of the beast, searching for the thrill of the hunt, and he found me easy prey. He withdrew from me and swiftly flipped me back onto the carpet, seizing my legs and pulling me towards him. He positioned me to his liking before slamming back into me, his movements causing me to surrender to a wave of blissful submission.

I had thought I enjoyed being in control, but now I realized that I liked it even more when he took charge, allowing me to lay back and enjoy the rewards. In that moment, I became lost, his passionate rhythm disrupting my breaths and preventing any coherent thoughts. As I rode the waves of his cadence, I discovered that I no longer cared about life or death, for this would be a breathtaking way to die.

His hands, his mouth, and his fervent thrusts intensified, propelling me closer and closer to that inner, pulsating, insatiable throb deep within me. The more I moved in sync with him, mirroring his dance, the more I surrendered myself to the intoxicating sensations. Wave after wave of exquisite pleasure prickled every inch of my body, our mingled sweat creating a heady blend of pheromones and desire that enveloped my senses in a magnificent cascade of sexual gratification.

I gripped his strong, hardworking backside and squeezed tightly, arching my hips higher as I neared the peak of my own pleasure, unsure if I could hold back any longer and wait for him. I felt myself building up, rising to orgasim. A wave of heat swept through my entire body, causing me to shiver uncontrollably as I reached my climax. Desperately, I clutched his back, using him as my anchor, afraid of losing myself in the ecstasy, fully aware that there would never be another moment like this in my lifetime. I continued to move with the rhythm of his desires, my legs wrapped around him, longing to feel his release inside me.

And when he finally let go, I felt him spill into me, his body trembling with the force of his climax. The power I felt in that moment, knowing I had brought him such pleasure, was intoxicating.

He whispered my name softly, lost in the moment as he quivered within me. His face was radiant, flushed with his release, his eyes shining like bright stars in the darkness. In that moment, he was both present to me and connected to his primal instincts without fear. It was a captivating behold, as if I was peering into the depths of his soul, a part of him that had tried so hard to keep hidden from me. I would gladly stay in that moment with him forever, lost in eternity.

I cherished the weight of his body on mine, his face nestled against my neck as he took deep breaths. His deep breaths lifted us off the soft carpeted floor as we lay intertwined, still buried deep within me. I twisted my fingers into his damp hair, a reminder of our shared adventure in the river and the sweat from our love making.

His heart rate slowed and mine fell into time with his as a sense of tranquility washed over me. I couldn’t be sure if that was my emotions or his but it didn’t matter, it felt so good I closed my eyes and let it wash over me.

I felt as though I had stepped into the pages of a timeless love story. The kind where destiny intervenes and reunites two long lost lovers and they get to live happily ever after despite the odds stacked against them.

"I love you" I whispered, carried away by the moment. The words escaped from my lips before I had a chance to realize I thought them out loud. Instantly, a wave of regret washed over me. The weight of my confession hung heavy in the air, filling every corner of the room, taunting me.

Those three words had fractured our friendship and shattered our summer romance, causing him to run all the way back to Nistra and not return for over a year. His absence due my immaturity had also strained our mutual friendships, and my relationship with Lyra.

Now, he was trapped here with the weight of my foolish words, with no escape. I couldn't help but feel guilty for my own selfishness, always yearning for more than what he was willing to give me. I truly was a bad friend and a terrible lover.

He raised his head from the crook of my neck, his eyes shining once more in that captivating shade of blue that had stolen my heart when I was just five years old. I had hoped to find a sense of understanding in them, but instead, they held only sadness. With one final kiss, filled with yearning but tasted like regret, he rolled off of me away and lay on his back. Lost in his own thoughts, his face was visible as the sunlight peeked through the window’s signifying the start of a new day. He held his gaze up at the ceiling, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he placed his hands on his chest, but said nothing.

I felt empty and cold without him inside me and I rolled away from him, seeking comfort in the space that now separated us, allowing a single tear to slip from my eye before wiping it away. Silently, I rose and made my way to the sofa, taking the blanket and wrapping it around my shoulders to shield myself from his silence.

I needed to be alone to process what had just happened. As I walked to the kitchen, I closed the door that had always remained open during my parents' marriage. Their love and adoration for each other had never required a closed door.

This moment served as a harsh reminder that I couldn't rely on anyone but myself. I had been foolishly optimistic for far too long, thinking that everything would just fall into place and that I would eventually find happiness and freedom upon my return home. But as I stood in the kitchen, shrouded in my blanket of regrets, I finally realized that I was the one who had kept the connection between us alive all these years, not him. I was driven by my own selfish desires and the delusion that things would somehow fix themselves, we’d find what we once had, and I would be released from the pain I felt from loving someone who did not love me back and that somehow he would forgive me for making such a mess out of our lives.

I was wrong.