memory might be enough, to save for the rest of her life, to return to whenever she needed to remember truly living, but she was starting to see it differently. One moment with Wolf was nowhere near enough.
Distracted, she didn’t notice Wolf stumble into the room until his large yawn alerted her to his presence. She turned towards him to ask him what he’d like to eat, but the sight of him stole all the air from her lungs.
He stood before her completely bare. His torso was stretched, his back arched, his fists rubbing the last dregs of slumber from his eyes. Thick hair covered his chest and under his arms. She trailed her gaze down his body, following the path of salt and pepper down to his groin.
Wolf was even more imposing naked than he was clothed. She heated, remembering those large, thick arms wrapped around her, holding her down as she screamed. Her body tingled. It would take only moments before her defences would yield to the assault she was already longing for him to mount.
She swallowed. Her heart beat out a pattern of possession, Wolf’s domination thumping with each throb. Even as a frail old woman she was sure she’d remember how it had felt to be with him, the commanding look in his eyes as he’d approached her on the woodland path.
“Hungry?” Her voice shook. Wolf, not acknowledging the change, approached the small feast she’d prepared.
“Yes,” he growled, surveying the table with the same ravenous expression he’d used upon her naked body.
Abigail shook her head. What a fool I am! If only she could decide what she wanted, getting it would be far easier. She shouldn’t want to be treated roughly, she shouldn’t allow Wolf to do so, but how could she fight his touch when he’d given her more satisfaction than she’d ever dreamt of?
Beside her, Wolf scooped two pieces of the apple cake into his mouth, appearing to swallow them whole. Aware of his gaze, she turned to find his eyes upon her. The twin irises like two distinctive spots of fire, assessing her body, her expression, while silently seeking more.
Wolf sliced two thin wedges of cheese from the wheel. His gaze fixed on her. The space on the bench next to Wolf’s powerful body looked so inviting. Her knees urged her to collapse beside him. She fought it, unsure what such intimate contact might cause her to feel.
As if understanding her unease, Wolf clasped the edge of her cloak and tugged the fabric with enough force to draw her down to the bench. His hot thigh pressed up against hers. Her eyes dropped to his strong hands holding her. Hands that could tempt, tease and sweetly torment her all night. She connected with the golden depth of his eyes as she dropped to the seat. His stare implored her, searching for some sign in her eyes, for more than she wanted to divulge. And as much as she wanted to look away from him, she couldn’t.
Wolf would always challenge for more. Every time she created a line, when she walked away from him, told him to leave, he pushed past it, finding his way across it. The idea of fighting his attempts, or giving him exactly what he wanted, excited her. He’d tempted her, until she was willing give him anything he wanted for another taste of what he’d already revealed to her.
With the tip of his forefinger, Wolf pushed one of the cheese slices towards her. Hardly aware of her actions, she picked up the piece and nibbled at the end. Not out of hunger, for as soon as he’d appeared from the bedroom her stomach had twisted into knots too tight to even consider food, but to occupy herself in the silent room.
She should throw him from her home and life, along with the confusing emotions he engendered. But she had no intention of doing so. She couldn’t force him away any more than she’d been able to resist his initial seductions.
Wolf watched Abigail nibble at the cheese, and he wished it was his own flesh she applied those white teeth to. Absentmindedly, he rubbed the fading bite marks on his
Distracted, she didn’t notice Wolf stumble into the room until his large yawn alerted her to his presence. She turned towards him to ask him what he’d like to eat, but the sight of him stole all the air from her lungs.
He stood before her completely bare. His torso was stretched, his back arched, his fists rubbing the last dregs of slumber from his eyes. Thick hair covered his chest and under his arms. She trailed her gaze down his body, following the path of salt and pepper down to his groin.
Wolf was even more imposing naked than he was clothed. She heated, remembering those large, thick arms wrapped around her, holding her down as she screamed. Her body tingled. It would take only moments before her defences would yield to the assault she was already longing for him to mount.
She swallowed. Her heart beat out a pattern of possession, Wolf’s domination thumping with each throb. Even as a frail old woman she was sure she’d remember how it had felt to be with him, the commanding look in his eyes as he’d approached her on the woodland path.
“Hungry?” Her voice shook. Wolf, not acknowledging the change, approached the small feast she’d prepared.
“Yes,” he growled, surveying the table with the same ravenous expression he’d used upon her naked body.
Abigail shook her head. What a fool I am! If only she could decide what she wanted, getting it would be far easier. She shouldn’t want to be treated roughly, she shouldn’t allow Wolf to do so, but how could she fight his touch when he’d given her more satisfaction than she’d ever dreamt of?
Beside her, Wolf scooped two pieces of the apple cake into his mouth, appearing to swallow them whole. Aware of his gaze, she turned to find his eyes upon her. The twin irises like two distinctive spots of fire, assessing her body, her expression, while silently seeking more.
Wolf sliced two thin wedges of cheese from the wheel. His gaze fixed on her. The space on the bench next to Wolf’s powerful body looked so inviting. Her knees urged her to collapse beside him. She fought it, unsure what such intimate contact might cause her to feel.
As if understanding her unease, Wolf clasped the edge of her cloak and tugged the fabric with enough force to draw her down to the bench. His hot thigh pressed up against hers. Her eyes dropped to his strong hands holding her. Hands that could tempt, tease and sweetly torment her all night. She connected with the golden depth of his eyes as she dropped to the seat. His stare implored her, searching for some sign in her eyes, for more than she wanted to divulge. And as much as she wanted to look away from him, she couldn’t.
Wolf would always challenge for more. Every time she created a line, when she walked away from him, told him to leave, he pushed past it, finding his way across it. The idea of fighting his attempts, or giving him exactly what he wanted, excited her. He’d tempted her, until she was willing give him anything he wanted for another taste of what he’d already revealed to her.
With the tip of his forefinger, Wolf pushed one of the cheese slices towards her. Hardly aware of her actions, she picked up the piece and nibbled at the end. Not out of hunger, for as soon as he’d appeared from the bedroom her stomach had twisted into knots too tight to even consider food, but to occupy herself in the silent room.
She should throw him from her home and life, along with the confusing emotions he engendered. But she had no intention of doing so. She couldn’t force him away any more than she’d been able to resist his initial seductions.
Wolf watched Abigail nibble at the cheese, and he wished it was his own flesh she applied those white teeth to. Absentmindedly, he rubbed the fading bite marks on his
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