this desperate for sex. It was only sex. Procreation of the species. And none of her orgasms had been that fabulous. But he… he turned up the dial on life.
Whatever it was he was looking for in her eyes, he must have found it because he gave a slight nod. Then he was pulling off her swimsuit, his lips closing over one nipple and then the other as he worked. It was as if the arrow that had pulled back, drawing the bow tight upon their initial meeting, had been released.
She lifted her hips to help him and then his hands were on her center, spreading her. Gasping, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders as a thick finger slid between her lower lips. So broad. So warm. He rubbed and teased until her hips were moving against his hand in a perfect rhythm. She turned her face into his shoulder to stifle her moan.
He stopped, and a sound of distress tore from her lips. It had to have come from her because she watched him purse his lips and then duck his head. Oh my… Dieu.
He chuckled as he pushed her thighs apart. “You are beautiful.”
When his mouth closed over her clit, the last of her inhibitions melted away. The last of her fears that he’d stop. That this was all a miraculous dream.
A deliberate flick of his tongue against the divine bundle of nerves shattered all thoughts in her brain. She reached for the bedspread and gripped it tight.
“Easy, little vamp.” His words blew warm air over her center. He laced his fingers with hers and went back to work with his tongue.
Oh my…
She lifted her head to watch him. He stared back, those gorgeous dark eyes holding her hostage as his tongue licked up and down her slit. Probing at first, then teasing. Damn the man; the look in his eyes said he was deliberately holding her on the precipice.
Fast flickers against her clit made her head fall back as she panted for air. Raw. Delicious. Pleasure built inside of her, slowly at first. Then faster. She tightened her grip on his fingers and looked down at him again. Her entire body trembled with the intensity of her approaching orgasm. The infinitesimal movements compounded her pleasure.
He stopped, and her body went on alert. Why was he stopping?
Did he enjoy torturing her?
“Sorry, gorgeous. I’m saving that orgasm.” He dragged a hand down his face, then moved over her again. His body was gorgeous. Taut. Arms and shoulders coiled with muscles. He had a beautiful jet-black tattoo where his arm and shoulder met. She longed to trail her fingers over it. Investigate him for more. But the scar below his right pec drew her attention. Avery was right. Scars are sexy.
He smirked, obviously reading her thoughts again. Then he knelt on the bed between her knees and slowly stalked his way up her body like a predator. She felt no fear.
“Last chance,” he whispered against her lips.
She put her hands up, palms against his chest, not to fend him off, but so they’d be connected. Closing her eyes, she lifted her head the fraction of an inch, kissing him. It was a slow, straight-on kiss that she hoped would tell him how much his kindness meant to her. How cherished she felt. She doubted most wolves would take the time to seduce her properly. How ready she was to cross the last barrier that separated them.
“Yes.” She whispered the word and slid her right foot up the back of his leg.
“Thank the gods,” he muttered and jerked away from her. Her foot fell to the side as he shucked his shorts. Warm light seeped through the curtains, splashing across his chest. She got her first good look at him. All man. Hard, with a smattering of dark hair across his chest and a little trail from his belly button south. The long, proud erection startled her for a moment.
He kicked the shorts aside and then glanced up at the windows behind her. She tipped her head back, following his movement. It was almost sunrise. For the first time in her life she had lost track of time, forgotten to be vigilant of the enemy. Before the adrenaline
Whatever it was he was looking for in her eyes, he must have found it because he gave a slight nod. Then he was pulling off her swimsuit, his lips closing over one nipple and then the other as he worked. It was as if the arrow that had pulled back, drawing the bow tight upon their initial meeting, had been released.
She lifted her hips to help him and then his hands were on her center, spreading her. Gasping, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders as a thick finger slid between her lower lips. So broad. So warm. He rubbed and teased until her hips were moving against his hand in a perfect rhythm. She turned her face into his shoulder to stifle her moan.
He stopped, and a sound of distress tore from her lips. It had to have come from her because she watched him purse his lips and then duck his head. Oh my… Dieu.
He chuckled as he pushed her thighs apart. “You are beautiful.”
When his mouth closed over her clit, the last of her inhibitions melted away. The last of her fears that he’d stop. That this was all a miraculous dream.
A deliberate flick of his tongue against the divine bundle of nerves shattered all thoughts in her brain. She reached for the bedspread and gripped it tight.
“Easy, little vamp.” His words blew warm air over her center. He laced his fingers with hers and went back to work with his tongue.
Oh my…
She lifted her head to watch him. He stared back, those gorgeous dark eyes holding her hostage as his tongue licked up and down her slit. Probing at first, then teasing. Damn the man; the look in his eyes said he was deliberately holding her on the precipice.
Fast flickers against her clit made her head fall back as she panted for air. Raw. Delicious. Pleasure built inside of her, slowly at first. Then faster. She tightened her grip on his fingers and looked down at him again. Her entire body trembled with the intensity of her approaching orgasm. The infinitesimal movements compounded her pleasure.
He stopped, and her body went on alert. Why was he stopping?
Did he enjoy torturing her?
“Sorry, gorgeous. I’m saving that orgasm.” He dragged a hand down his face, then moved over her again. His body was gorgeous. Taut. Arms and shoulders coiled with muscles. He had a beautiful jet-black tattoo where his arm and shoulder met. She longed to trail her fingers over it. Investigate him for more. But the scar below his right pec drew her attention. Avery was right. Scars are sexy.
He smirked, obviously reading her thoughts again. Then he knelt on the bed between her knees and slowly stalked his way up her body like a predator. She felt no fear.
“Last chance,” he whispered against her lips.
She put her hands up, palms against his chest, not to fend him off, but so they’d be connected. Closing her eyes, she lifted her head the fraction of an inch, kissing him. It was a slow, straight-on kiss that she hoped would tell him how much his kindness meant to her. How cherished she felt. She doubted most wolves would take the time to seduce her properly. How ready she was to cross the last barrier that separated them.
“Yes.” She whispered the word and slid her right foot up the back of his leg.
“Thank the gods,” he muttered and jerked away from her. Her foot fell to the side as he shucked his shorts. Warm light seeped through the curtains, splashing across his chest. She got her first good look at him. All man. Hard, with a smattering of dark hair across his chest and a little trail from his belly button south. The long, proud erection startled her for a moment.
He kicked the shorts aside and then glanced up at the windows behind her. She tipped her head back, following his movement. It was almost sunrise. For the first time in her life she had lost track of time, forgotten to be vigilant of the enemy. Before the adrenaline