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As he came down, her finger went a little deeper inside him. Then his balls tensed up in her hand, and suddenly he pulled out of her mouth, rolled her on her back—dislodging her finger from his backside—and came all over her breasts.
Surprised by their sudden shift in positions, she lay there breathing hard as she watched his face tighten in pleasure. Eyes closed, he pumped his cock over and over, spurting his cum until nothing more came out. As he kneeled over her, cock still in his hand, he opened his eyes and looked down at her.
A dark smile played over his lips, an unexpectedly sexy look of desire and possession. “You’re mine, Julia.”
Her eyes widened at the use of her full name versus his pet name for her.
Then he dragged his fingers through his seed and rubbed it into her skin. “You’re mine, and I shall never give you up again. Do you understand?”
Shocked by such a primitive action, she found it hard to choke a simple “yes” past the desire that had clogged her throat. As he continued to rub his semen into her skin, she felt beautiful. Desired. Claimed in a way that unexpectedly appealed to her, and only drove her need for this man higher.
He straddled her stomach and shifted to using both hands to massage her breasts, then shifted to plucking her nipples as the last of his essence disappeared and dried up. “Say it, Julia. Say you understand.”
He pinched her nipples, hard, and she arched up off the bed, loving the bite of pain with the pleasure. “Yes. I understand.”
And she did. She understood that he had claimed her. That somehow, married or not, this was the last man who would ever touch her. And while her mind still struggled with the notion, her body opened and welcomed his claiming. Her heart nearly burst with the joy of it.
Then Wolf eased down her body, and to her utter shock, he licked over her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Then he followed suit on the other side. As he continued kissing down her body, he paused to look up at her. “You taste of me, because you belong to me.Mine.” His declaration was followed by a low growl, and then returned to moving down her body. When he spread her legs, he smiled again. “I dare say I’ve never seen your pussy so wet. I think you may have appreciated me making my claim as much as I enjoyed making it.”
Aroused and needy, she hurtled right past dirty talk into begging. “Please, Wolf. Lick my pussy. Make me come all over your tongue. I need to feel you inside me, any part of you.”
“Any part?” He slid his pinky inside her pussy.
She moaned, barely feeling the penetration, yet all too aware of it. “More. Please, give me more.”
He placed one hand on her thigh and changed fingers. She couldn’t see what he was doing now, but she could feel something thicker inside her.
He worked the digit in and out a few times. “Better?”
“Don’t tease me. I need you.” She practically cried out the words, her voice cracking at the end.
Guilt quickly replaced his smile, as he laid down between her legs and spread her wide open. His tongue swirled around her hole and then up over her clit, before swooping back down and driving inside her. Her hips bucked off the bed as she sank her hands into his hair. He continued to hold her thighs open, effectively pinning her hips as he stabbed his tongue deep into her, only to drag it up over her nub, again and again. She moaned as the pressure grew to unbearable levels, and then suddenly he sucked her clit into his mouth and shoved two fingers inside her and she exploded.
Her orgasm rushed in like a tidal wave, slamming into her with such force that the breath was knocked from her lungs, making it impossible to cry out. But the bliss continued as he sucked and stroked her pussy. Finally drawing breath again, she was woozy from such intense pleasure when she suddenly realized he was inside her.
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Wolf sank into her welcoming heat and tight grip, shuddering as he bottomed out. His cock ached with the need to fill her, even after having already come once. He could not have explained his earlier actions. It certainly had not been planned, but somehow, in that moment, with her lips wrapped around his cock, he had needed to stake his claim.
To mark her in the most primeval fashion.
And now, even as he sank into her pussy, it still didn’t feel like enough. He needed toownher. To own her pleasure, and her heart. And—as uncomfortable as it was to admit—to own her soul. He wouldn’t take less. Couldn’t. So he pounded into her as a reminder to them both.
The primitive impulse remained strong enough that he pulled out and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. He eyed the tight pinch of her rear entrance, remembering how exquisite it had been to fuck her there while Linc had filled her pussy. He’d have her there again, but right now, he needed to fuck her hard. So he sank into her wet heat and relished her cry of pleasure.
He pulled out until just the tip remained, and then sank deep once more. Again, and again, he shoved inside her until his thighs slapped against hers and his balls smacked her clit with each surge. Then she was pushing back into his thrusts, meeting him stroke for stroke as they both raced headlong into another wave of bliss. Determined to get her there again, he reached down and stroked her swollen flesh, finding her nub and pinching it.
Her body squeezed down on his cock as they kept moving, but she cried out. “Yes! Oh God, Wolf. Yes!” Her voice was hoarse, raspy with the pleasure he was delivering.
Her passion-spent cries sent him over the edge, and he slammed into her once. Twice, three times, and then came, pumping everything he had deep inside her. His desire, his need, and his love.
Slumping over her, his body slick with sweat, he struggled to catch his breath. She sank down, carrying both of them to the mattress. As they landed, he rolled off her, not wishing to crush her after such an intense fucking. She was amazing, and he had to find a way to show her how much he appreciated that.
Chapter 22
Julia and her sister were safely ensconced back in their home, with each of the Lustful Lords taking a turn acting as their guard, although Flint was almost always there. Wolf would be joining him shortly, but first he had a meeting to keep with his investigator. The man had sent a note around that he had information to share at Wolf’s earliest convenience. So he’d dashed home to clean up after spending the night at Jules’ home. The Lustful Lords had all mentioned receiving looks as they came and went at all hours, but the situation was unavoidable for the moment. He hoped this meeting with his man of inquiry would release the group from their guard duty.
Refreshed, he’d just settled behind his desk when his butler, Gordon—husband to the ever-efficient Mrs. Gordon—knocked and entered.
