Learning the Ways of the Night from the Wolf - Chapter 33 - A Sense of Transgression (4)

“I don’t want to be the only one who ends up like this.”

Tina said it desperately, though she barely understood what that even meant. She simply hated being the sole one to feel that sensation, the one that surged to the crown of her head before plunging back down again. She wanted to share that fall with the man. If she could, then perhaps the emptiness at the end of that vertiginous drop wouldn’t feel so hollow.

“……”

At her plaintive words, something wavered almost imperceptibly in the man’s eyes. In that fleeting tremor, Tina felt a strange certainty slowly spreading through her body. He would not shake off her hand.

He would accept her.

Emboldened by that conviction, Tina carefully lowered her hand. Before long, her fingers met the man’s member, already fully rigid, pressed flat against his abdomen.

“Oh.”

The scalding heat of it drew a small gasp from her, and she reflexively pulled her hand away. It was already slick and sticky, as though it had already been inside her.

“Haah.”

When Tina wrapped her fingers around the tip again, a languid groan spilled from the man’s lips. He tilted his head back, baring the veins that stood out along his throat. The sight was obscene.

It sent an instinctive tightening through Tina’s core. She wanted more. She wanted to see more of this man responding so faithfully to every movement of her hand.

That thought stirred something hidden, and with newfound courage, Tina reached even lower, wrapping her fingers around the pronounced ridge and squeezing firmly.

“Ngh.”

True to form, the man’s groans deepened. Those broad shoulders that had threatened to devour her the night before now trembled helplessly, undone by her small hand alone.

Never taking her upturned gaze off his reactions, Tina slid her hand deeper still, starting at the base, pressing firmly as she stroked all the way up to the head.

The shaft was scalding against her palm. The veins pulsing along its surface felt grotesquely ridged, alive beneath her touch. But whenever she paused her flat-palmed strokes to curl her fingertips along the underside and drag them upward, the man’s breath hitched without fail, with a rush of heated air escaping his lips.

The stimulation must have been more than he could bear. At some point, the man had stopped tormenting her below and instead gripped her shoulders lightly, fighting to suppress the sensations flooding through him. The pressure of his grip was restrained just enough not to hurt, and sent Tina’s pulse fluttering at a precarious edge.

‘How fascinating.’

Tina murmured to herself, a peculiar satisfaction blooming inside her. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

This broad-backed man, sculpted with lean muscle, reduced to nothing but helpless moans by her one small hand. The sight was stoking a secret thrill within her.

Now Tina extended her hand even further, running it all the way down to the very end of the shaft to the wrinkled sac beneath, deliberately grazing every inch of him.

“Ungh.”

A wet moan unlike anything she’d heard before slipped from his lips. The stimulation must have been intense; the man lowered his head and locked eyes with her.

Those narrowed pupils that held only her. That blazing red, burning with arousal because of her.

Tina loved even that.

“I like your eyes. They’re warm.”

The words slipped out without pretense. The corners of her lips curved upward, and the smile that hung there was pure, untouched by a single grain of guile.

“Ha.”

At that, a low sound, almost a growl, tore from the man’s throat. In the next instant his large hands wrapped around Tina’s waist without a sliver of space, and in one swift motion he turned her body around.

Their locked gazes broke apart. In a heartbeat, Tina found herself facing the wall.

“Ah!”

And before she could grasp what was happening, the man drove his scorching heat into her from behind. The very thing she had been playing with in her hands moments ago now surged forward savagely, as though it had been concealing its true purpose all along.

“Mm— ngh!”

“We’re both so wet…. hah— it shouldn’t hurt.”

The man spoke between relentless thrusts. Where he had split her open, her lower lips clung tight, swallowing him greedily.

“At this rate, ngh… I can’t tell who’s really the one in heat.”

The words that fell from his lips were like moans forced through clenched teeth. Tina simply tried to turn her head to meet his eyes.

“Aahh!”

But in that instant, the man pressed his hand against her flushed, burning mound and began angling his thrusts upward into the deepest part of her. Pleasure shot to the crown of her head, and her toes curled on their own.