Chapter 130: Howl of Loss - Part【4】

We do not have much time we must hurry it would look bad of us if we are late to greet the guests. That is not appropriate host behaviour as my mother would often say.

Two large muscular arms enclose around my waist squeezing me in a crushing grip from behind whilst yanking me to a warm firm chest and I let out a high-pitched squeal of surprise. "You are late, Drahá." He grumbles into my ear with a reprimanding tone his fiery breath that brushes against my cheek has me tremor in his arms which boosts the heat of my flesh.

"I was occupied with the final preparations," I pant a muffled needy whine leaving my mouth as his flaming palms skim down my abdomen to settle over my sopping cunt.

"I told you that I needed to mark you with my scent." He gnarls filled with a passionate desire to ravage as his fingers plunge underneath my soaking panties and graze over my swelling up clit.