Page 192 of Wolfkissed
“Now,” he says, lifting his head, his eyes glimmering like an animal’s, “it’s time.”
CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
ROSAMUND
As he settles between my legs, I have a moment to appreciate his chiseled face, the fire burning in his eyes, the strength in his arms as he supports himself over me, muscles bunching and releasing, his chest a work of art with its planes and valleys, its scars and bruises.
The happiness radiating from him.
I’m so lucky.
And then, all thought flees as the head of his cock nudges at my entrance. My instinct is to close my legs, clench and keep it out—but he rubs it over my wet, throbbing pussy, up and down, his mouth stretching into a crooked grin, until I relax.
“Let me in,” he croons. “Let me inside, lovely.”
I draw in a breath, his dark scent winding through me, and I lift my hands to his face. “Kiss me.”
He kisses me with a sigh, his cock sliding through my wetness, and then… he pushes into me. He groans. I moan. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Broad, hard, yet velvet-soft on the surface. It slides into me, the silver stud in the flared head rubbing and marking me inside.
Valen,I think, his name, his face filling up my mind.Valen…
The thread is lost again as he gently pushes deeper, then starts to move, his brow pressed to mine, his hips rolling. “Like this, Princess. This is how you do it. Tell me if you don’t like it. Tell me to stop.”
But I don’t want him to. I breathe him in as he pleasures me with his cock, the sensation of fullness and the piercing dragging inside me so unique. Knowing I have a part of him inside me is making me emotional.
Don’t cry,I tell myself.You didn’t cry in your misfortunes. You want to cry now that you’re happy?
But this is different. A different sort of release.
And the pressure this time is mounting faster, with every roll of his hips, every thrust of his cock. His hard stomach is pressed to my breasts, and he pushes himself up on his hands, head bowed, gazing down at me as he fucks me into an orgasm I can’t escape.
Don’t want to escape.
I scream as I come again, clenching so hard around his hard length I can’t draw air.
Gods, what is this? I’m becoming a slave to pleasure, the pleasure he keeps dishing out, and I can’t get enough. Can’t get enough of him. I hold onto his shoulders, his biceps, his forearms to anchor myself, to pull him closer.
The pleasure is still buffeting me, rolling over me in great waves, and I can only ride them, ride his cock, to the end of this orgasm.
“Good,” he croons after I’ve finally gone limp on the bed, “very good. Good girl. Now…” He pulls out of me, making me whine, and closes my legs with a smirk. He rolls me over and wraps a strong arm under my middle, lifting me to all fours. “Now, you should grab onto that headboard, Sweetheart, and hold on tight as I mount you the wolf way.”
“The wolf way.”
“Now is a good time to stop me,” he whispers, molding his body over mine, his hard cock lying over the small of my back, a hot slab of fire. “If you don’t want to go through with it anymore, love, just say so.”
“No, I want it,” I breathe.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything, even if we do it.”
“It means something to me. I want it to mean something.”
“Girl…” Wrapping his hand around my hair, he pulls my head back, his breath warm on my arched neck. He presses his mouth to the juncture of neck and shoulder. “Are you asking me to mark you?”
“Yes…”
“Think about it first,” he whispers.
“I have. I want your bite on me, your brand. I want…”
