Page 20 of Nanny's Mate

As she reached the peak of pleasure, he guided her down gently, holding her close as they both caught their breath.

“Mike,” she said again, this time more urgently. He looked up at her with those intense eyes that held a world of promises.

His lips were relentless, igniting a fire within her that she hadn't known existed. Every brush of his mouth against her skin felt like a branding, marking her as his own in ways that words could never articulate. He was everywhere and nowhere at once, the heat of his body blending seamlessly with the chill of the room to create an intoxicating contrast that left her shivering and yearning for more.

He moved up her body like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes held a fierce intensity as they locked onto hers, conveying an unspoken promise of what was to come.

With a husky whisper that sent quivers racing down her spine, he spoke. “You’re mine.” Then he claimed her lips in a kiss so profound that it seemed they were bound together by the very threads of their souls.

She surrendered to him, entwining her fingers in his hair as he deepened the kiss. As he drove into her with a powerful thrust, she cried out in sheer pleasure. His movements were slow and deliberate, his body heavy over hers as he explored her with a possessiveness that left her breathless.

A shiver tore through her body, a pulse of exquisite ecstasy that had her gasping for breath. The rhythm of their bodies was intoxicating, a symphony of love and desire orchestrated by the beating of their hearts. His hands were firm on her hips, anchoring her to him as he moved within her, each motion a testament to the depth of his passion.

“Beatriz,” he moaned against her ear, the words punctuated by soft kisses along the curve of her neck.

His voice was rough and husky, the sound sending waves of pleasure spiraling through her. She clung to him as if he was the only thing in the world that mattered, tightening her hold around him as he brought her closer to the edge.

His movements became more demanding, each thrust deeper than before. Her body responded in kind, arching off the rug to meet him stroke for stroke. He filled her, his strong body encasing hers as they moved together in perfect rhythm.

He dipped his head to capture her lips once more, swallowing her cries of pleasure while his hands explored the contours of her body with wild abandon. Beatriz responded fervently, her own hands roaming across the expanse of his rugged back before coming to rest on his firm buttocks, urging him deeper within her.

Sensation built within her like a gathering storm. It swelled and surged until she could no longer bear it. With a final shuddering thrust, Mike drove himself deeper into Beatriz, sending her spiraling into euphoria.

She clung to him as waves of pleasure washed over her, her body shaking with the force of their shared climax. As their pace slowed and the aftershocks began to fade, Mike held Beatriz close, and she felt her heart beating against his chest.

He traced his fingers over the curve of her cheek, stopping to thumb over her swollen lips that were still tingling from his passionate kisses. Their heavy breathing filled the quiet room. He kissed her forehead, a tender gesture that made her heart flutter.

They lay wrapped in each other’s arms for a long time afterward, talking and laughing about everything and nothing. She traced circles on his bare chest, listening to his heart resonate with the rhythm of life. He played with strands of her hair, twirling them around his fingers.

The old wooden clock in the corner struck midnight, its chimes echoing through the silent night. But time seemed irrelevant to Beatriz in this cocoon of warmth and intimacy. The world outside no longer existed. The wars, the politics, and the strife were all distant memories drowned in her sea of happiness.

“I love this,” he murmured, nuzzling his face into her hair and inhaling. “You and me, just like this.”

Beatriz had to agree.

TWELVE

BEATRIZ

Beatriz was distracted the day after Mike paid her a surprise visit. It was super sexy and romantic for him to pop by like that … something that she normally would have grimaced about. But the second she spotted his car parked next to the cabin, her wolf came to life.

It was a reaction she hadn’t been expecting. It felt like her longing for him had grown over the few days of not seeing him. Her body was completely possessed, making it a physical impossibility to be torn away.

She nibbled her nails, ruminating as she waited for Karla to return home. Night was slowly starting to fall, and there was a growing bite to the air. As soon as Karla got back, she sent Mike a text to let him know that she wouldn’t be going straight back to the cabin.

Hey, handsome, she wrote. While I appreciate last night’s visit, I want you to know that I’m stopping by Indulge to see if Wallis needs anything before heading back. Don’t wait up for me … or do.

She accompanied the text with a flirtatious, winking face. She felt like she was a teenager again with a crush, butterflies soaring through her belly … actually, more like swans. He texted her back a few seconds later as she got into her car, a reply that made her swoon like some Victoria-era maiden.

I can’t wait to taste you again.

“Fuck,” Beatriz grunted, pressing the phone against her chest.

While she knew how daring it was to keep having sex with Mike, Beatriz quite literally could not resist. Her wolf craved him the way a diver craves oxygen. Her human side also found herself longing for him in every absence. The lust was evolving into something far more tangible and all the more terrifying.

But Beatriz tried to let all that scolding go as she drove to Indulge. She was thinking about how magical sex was with a man who knew what he was doing in bed when she noticed a strange van parked in the alley outside the wine and tapas bar.

At first, it didn’t seem suspicious, just merely out of place. Beatriz figured that it might be one of their suppliers dropping off wine or food. But as she parked along the side of the road, something pricked the back of her neck … a sixth sense.

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