New York City Paranormals 3

Ren gently nipped at her throat, running his hands up her sides. "Mmm, you feel so good Marge," he murmured.

"Mmm, you are a sex god." Margarette mumbled softly, her lips softly brushing against his in a possessive way.

(Marge is starting to question where they are relationship wise XD I tell her it's too soon lolz)

(maybe a little soon XD)

Ren chuckled softly, kissing her back in a slow and passionate way. "Mmm, then you...are my sex goddess," he replied, trailing his fingers lightly over her warmed skin.

Margarette closed her eyes and relaxed onto the bed. It felt so amazing to have his touch and his length still inside of her. It made her shiver in delight. "Sounds perfect,"

Ren hummed low in his chest and gently brushed his lips over the marks he had left over her body. "Beautiful," he murmured to her, his touches becoming feather-light, just enough to let her feel everything.

Margarette's eyes fluttered closed once again, her lips parting as she moaned his name. Her hands were teasing his skin slowly but he had a much greater effect on her. He made her stop breathing... Stop thinking rationally....

Ren took his time, slowly kissing and brushing over every inch over her body. His hand splayed over her stomach, moving up to gently brush the underside of her breasts as he slowly slid out of her and pulled her back close to his warm chest.

Margarette moved her hands up, cupping the side of his face slowly once their eyes met. It was a terrifying and electrifying connection she saw there. One that took her breath away. "Tell me about you Ren..." She whispered, her eyes searching his for a long moment. "I want to know more about you..."

Ren smiled, trailing his fingers gently down her back. "What would you like to know?" he murmured, humming softly when he felt the press of her skin against his, feeling closer to her than ever.

Margarette nuzzled his neck softly and hummed as she thought. She had no idea what to ask him now after she had asked him to tell him about her. "Okay this is lame, what's your favorite color?"

Ren grinned softly, kissing the side of her head. "Mmm, green," he answered, "And you? What's you're favourite colour?" he teased playfully as he played with a lock of her hair.

"Don't think I'm boring because of it but... Gray." Margarette told him, she slowly rolled them over so he was laying on his back and she was half laying on him. Her eyes looking up at him, her fingers grazing against his skin softly.

Ren grinned. "Not boring at all," he said, keeping her securely against him. "Why gray?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, it's a color a really like." Margarette said with a chuckle. "I think it was because I liked rain clouds so much when I was younger."

Ren gave a small smile. "Did you like to watch the rain?" he asked, wondering what she might have been like when she was younger.

"I liked running in it." She admitted softly. "It used to be my favorite part about gloomy days. That and soup." She chuckled softly.

Ren grinned. "Really? That's what I used to do too, people thought I was crazy, even my sister, just a little bit," he said, chuckling softly.

"My brother used to drag me inside and force me to change and get dried up. He was really over protective." Margarette said, a faint small staying on her lips as she spoke of him. "He didn't mind when it was a snowing day, on those he would make me get up early and we would run to the fields so we could make snow angels all day long." This was definitely a side of Margarette not many got to see, stories she didn't usually tell.

Ren smiled, able to see the delicacy in her eyes. Something had happened to her brother. "You guys were really close too, hunh?" he murmured, gently brushing some hair out of her eyes.

"Yeah, he was like my dad, my big brother and my best friend all in one." Margarette told him, kissing his palm as it brushed close to her mouth. "I have other siblings but he was always my favorite. Still is."

"I've always only had my sister, I suppose that's why we've always been so protective of each other,' he said, stroking her hair.

"Having more than one sibling does, or at least it did in my family." Margarette said with a shrug. "I'm glad to be away from it all."

"Did they get too protective?" he asked, still stroking her skin in small patterns.

"Only my brother was protective, everyone else treated me like a breeding prize... Woman in my pack weren't much. Well, they aren't much." Margarette said with a sigh, nuzzling her face against his warmth. Her wolf was thankful for it.

Ren nodded softly. "It was like that for my sister too,' he murmured, "I hated how it nearly ruined her, but I suppose that at least it made me see just how wrong it was," he said, hugging her a little closer, his wolf content in nuzzling her sweet smelling hair.