#Chapter 20 (Marlon) The Dinner Party

His lips closed around hers; they were soft against his mouth, and she tasted minty from the gum she was previously chewing. He could also taste a hint of that wine she was sipping on at her dining table. As he tightened his embrace around her, he could feel his wolf’s growing anger and the tension that came with it. His wolf was attempting to pull him back, telling him to cut the shit. Ignoring his wolf, he continued his intimate embrace. Sierra lifted a leg and wrapped it around his waist, pressing herself against him. She wore a delicate red dress that rested just under her knees, so she was easy to access. Lifting her dress only slightly, he was able to come in contact with her black lacy panties. She moaned against his lips as his fingers found her wetness; he rubbed the black of his thumb against her clit and she heavily exhaled. She fumbled around with his pants, trying to get them off but he blocked her attempts by deepening his motioning and increasing her pleasures.