The flame

Warning!! The scene is a little hotter than usual. I cut off almost all sexual content. But ...

Also who wants to read the full version, can find it here:

https://www.wattpad.com/634958034-the-moon-has-connected-them-19

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His face was blacker than a thundercloud. His heart beat in a furious rhythm. She wanted to retreat, to escape. But the air was filled with the sweet melody of the new song. The music was slow, tempting and thick. And Lana suddenly felt her strength, she did not need to run away, nothing to be ashamed of. With a challenge, she looked at Greg, moved her hips and began to draw the fantastic patterns with her hands, coiling like a cobra, forcing the trinkets on her belt and her chest to mock. Lana played with him, beckoned and at the same time made it clear that she knew her own worth, and the strength she possessed. Yes! She is a living flame, and it will burn if approached. He didn't take his darkened eyes from her, didn't move, he didn't even seem to breathe. His eyes flared caressing every inch of her skin. An involuntary moan broke out from Lana's lips, and it was like a call for action. Lana didn't even realize how he appeared so fast next to her and with one movement threw her over his shoulder. She understood where she was, or more precisely - in which position, only seeing his buttocks before her eyes. The mind was still full of lustful haze from the dance, so she seized the opportunity to grab these two stunning buns, tightly wrapped in black cloth, slightly squeezing. From somewhere above Lana heard curses and a slap. "This barbarian dared to slap her ass!" - Purred her inner voice, without much anger. Lana couldn't see where he was carrying her, mesmerized by the movement of his mouth-watering buns. The desire to bite him was simply irresistible. Lana almost gave in, when suddenly she was back in the air, though only for a second. Then her bottom met with something soft and bounced a couple of times. Lana stretched out on the couch in the recreation room for the staff.

"Lana, don't play games with me if you're not ready for the consequences." - Greg growled in a low, dark voice full of desire. In his light brown, almost honey colored eyes, Lana saw the flames dancing. But today was her night, and Greg didn't know that she just decided to never be anyone's prey anymore. Don't play with a wolf if you do not want to be bitten. A predatory smile played on Lana's face, and she slowly licked her upper lip with the tip of her tongue, then bit her lower lip, as if tasting it. His pupils widened, and his breathing quickened. But he was still standing over her not trying to get close

"You play with fire, dear," he almost whispered, like the last warning.

"You came to this club, you brought me here. I didn't ask you, didn't call for you. It's you who play with the wolf." - Lana whispered back. Her voice was low, almost rough. She stood on the sofa with her feet, even like this she was only a couple of centimeters taller than him. With a challenge, she looked at him. At that moment, the color of his eyes seemed to change, became darker, and a slow, almost sleepy smile appeared on his lips. Lana expected anything, but not that he would grab her calves with both hands and yank forward sharply. She didn't have time to react, the pillows on the couch were quite springy and softened her fall well. Still not letting go, Greg spread her legs and pressed Lana with his body to the back of the couch. His hot breath burned her face. Lana didn't hesitate to embrace him by the neck pressing herself to him, pleading with a gaze at his lips. But Greg didn't bend down, didn't kiss, but keep on looking at her with smoldering eyes. Unable to endure, Lana leaned forward, pressing herself tightly to him. His sly smile, apparently meant that he accepted the rules of the game. His presence, his scent, warmth, and his blazing gaze that licked her whole body under him forced Lana to moan, squirm and reach for him first. Lana tried to kiss him, but Greg didn't let her, moving his head a little back. Showing her that no matter what he was in control. She dug her nails into his back, barely holding claws and fangs. She wanted ... everything! Now! Immediately. She seemed ready to explode. Suddenly he bent down and slowly dragged the tip of his tongue over the tender skin behind her ear. That was enough for a wave of ecstasy to cover Lana. She shuddered with her whole body and moaned, thrown over the edge of insanity. Through the buzzing in her ears, she barely heard.

"I warned you, Lana!" - He whispered softly into her ear. Then he suddenly stood up, straightened his clothes and left silently. Leaving her completely disoriented, full of desire, which slowly gave way to cold anger.