Zurlo, Michele - Torment [Daughters of Circe 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Michele Zurlo Page B

off his black boots and shed his jeans.
    He didn’t allow her much of an opportunity to study his body. She barely caught a glimpse before he pushed her back on the bed, positioning himself between her legs. One hand slid across her thigh to find and circle her clit. Two fingers explored her opening, pushing deep inside. Her eyes closed, focusing on that ecstasy. Torrey arched, opening her legs even wider, but he withdrew his fingers. Shade knew exactly what he wanted, and Torrey knew she was in no position to demand anything. Still, she couldn’t stop a small protest from escaping.
    For too long, nothing happened. She opened her eyes to find him studying her with a grim expression. His pupils were again round and his eyes were the exact hue of midnight blue that only came with a full moon. “Is something wrong?”
    He breathed deeply, inhaling her scent. His nostrils flared and shades of bliss washed over his features. “You’re very tight, Torrey. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    She liked the way he said her name, as both a caress and a demand at the same time.
    His body was pressed against hers, so looking down revealed nothing. However, it didn’t take her long to realize that what she thought was part of his leg pressing against her thigh was actually his erection. Reaching down, she grasped it in her hand, but she was unable to close her fingers completely around it.
    It made sense that his arousal would be as long and thick as the rest of his body. Meeting his gaze, Torrey moistened her lips. She didn’t want him to stop. With every fiber of her being, she needed to know the feel of him stretching her as he claimed her, the last lover she would ever have. “Go slow.”
    “I will, Torrey, but you need to know that I can’t stop. I have to have you.” His last words were uttered in a vehement whisper, leaving Torrey no doubt that instinct drove his actions.
    Yet he still asked her permission. She shifted beneath him and positioned him at her entrance. A shudder ran through him and a thrill ran through Torrey. His eyes returned to silver; a bit of his wolf was back in control. “Slow, Shade. Just go slow.”
    The silver in his eyes diminished, transforming back to midnight blue. He pushed, rocking his hips as he worked his way into her. The sensations he set to riot coiled flames low in her core. Moans and sharp cries fell from her lips. Sweat beaded his brow as he fought the instinct to plunge inside and take her quickly.
    The motion and the pressure combined to drive Torrey over the edge. With a cry, she came, arching into him before rational thought could warn her against the action. It was enough to help the head of his cock gain entrance. He stretched her vaginal walls as they contracted, intensifying her orgasm.
    Torrey’s body relaxed, pliant in his arms, as she came down.
    Shade continued to rock inside her, withdrawing ever so slightly before pushing deeper. It felt good, but Torrey was too relaxed to react. When he was completely buried, he stopped to let her body acclimate to his significant size.
    The stillness drew Torrey’s attention. Opening her eyes, she saw the effort it took for him to hold back. He had gone slow, and he had given her nothing but pleasure. The feel of him inside was like nothing she had ever experienced. He filled her. He possessed her. No lover had claimed her so completely without claiming her at all.
    Lifting a hand from his shoulder, she caressed his stubble-roughened cheek. “It’s all right, Shade.”
    That was all the urging he needed. Immediately, his eyes returned to silver. Withdrawing almost completely, he plunged deep. Torrey arched, meeting the frantic rhythm he set. The waning orgasm returned, burning with a heat that matched the feel of his body against hers.
    Her legs tingled and trembled, useless for leverage, and dropped away. Shade’s pupils elongated, a slit instead of a circle. The sight, a potent reminder his wolf was in charge, momentarily shocked