Page 35 of Betrayed By the Wolf

Her fingers moved to the bare skin revealed by the undone buttons at the top of his shirt, to the tangle of dark hair on his chest. His skin was warm and soft, unfairly soft for a man who never used lotion, stretched over the taut muscles there. Could he feel the unsteady beat of her pulse?

He tilted his head and caught her lips in a gentle kiss. A tentative brush that felt like a question. She answered it, catching his bottom lip in her teeth and teasing him closer. It feltnew. Kissing him, touching him after what he’d revealed to her felt like a continuation of that openness; her heart and her body laid bare.

Rami seemed to feel it, too. Every touch was gentle, his fingertips tracing over her arm and up her neck to cup the back of her head, drawing her deeper into the kiss until he was all she could think of. Her body responded to him, heat flooding between her legs with the same sense of urgency she always felt when he touched her. Like no touch was ever enough.

“Rami,” she urged, unable to help the needy tone of her voice.

But he wouldn’t be rushed. He took his time kissing the side of her neck, her jaw, the curve of her ear, his hands on her back or her waist, but never where she needed them, no matter how she squirmed for it.

Vera caught the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. His body was perfect. The product of hard work and good genes. The sight of him half-dressed rocketed up her need, but he caught her hands when she reached for his belt.

“Patience.” He held her wrists in one hand and pushed her flat onto the bed, moving his body over hers.

Using his mouth, he lifted her shirt and kissed his way up her stomach to the curve of her breast. He nibbled and sucked at one nipple, then the other, pinning her to the bed by her wrists. Vera needed more. Needed him to fill her until she couldn’t take any more.

She bucked up with her hips, desperate for contact. He moved his knee between her thighs, giving her something to grind against as he sucked her breast into his mouth. Her body moved of its own accord, rubbing against his thigh while the pressure built inside of her. Was she seriously going to comefrom dry-humping like a teenage boy? With his mouth doing that, maybe.

He released her wrists, and she grabbed for him, running her hands down his chest and finding his belt. She fumbled with the buckle, fingers shaky with need.

“Off,” she begged, tugging at his waistband. “Take all of this off.”

He laughed softly, huskily, and stood. The sudden absence of him was agony. She propped herself on her elbows to watch him slide his pants down. His cock tented the fabric of his briefs, and she crawled toward him. On hands and knees at the edge of the bed, she dragged her lips over his bulge, feeling the heat of it through the thin fabric of his briefs.

His fingers tangled in her hair, breath catching. She mouthed him until she couldn’t wait a second longer, hooking her fingers in the band of his briefs and pulling them down. His cock sprang free.

She couldn’t wait to taste him. Her tongue ran up and down the length of him, lapping at every inch of him until precum started to run from the tip. Swirling her tongue over the head, she savored the salty taste and the way his fingers tightened around her skull.

He pushed forward, sinking into her mouth until she couldn’t breathe and didn’t want to. All she wanted was him. Her tongue worked the underside as he started to thrust in and out, giving her just enough time for a gulp of air before plunging back in.

She could feel him getting close. His breathing was ragged, and precum coated her tongue. Vera felt the slick coating her thighs, soaking her panties, completely undone by the feelof his pleasure and the knowledge she was giving it to him. It wouldn’t take much for her to come, just a touch.

Rami pulled free from her mouth. “Turn around.”

He didn’t need to tell her twice. She spun around for him, impatient. Rami yanked her shorts and panties off, pushing her down to her stomach with the force of it. His fingers found her slit, and he worked one, then two inside of her. She ground her clit against the bed, pushing back into his hand.

“So wet for me.” He curled his fingers just the way she liked, making her toes curl, the pressure building.

Just before she came, he withdrew, leaving her almost sobbing in frustration. She started to rise, to whine about the absence of him, but he pushed her back down with one hand, using the other to line the head of his cock up with her entrance.

“Not until I’m inside you,” he warned.

With a level of restraint she’d never possess, he sank slowly inside of her, not stopping until his hips rested against her ass. He pressed a little deeper until she ached with pleasure. His hands wrapped around her hips, lifting her slightly as he started to thrust.

Vera moaned against the bedspread, wishing she could watch his dick slide in and out of her, see the place where their bodies met and joined. He started to move faster. She grabbed the bed frame, pushing back to meet his thrusts with a desperation she’d never felt before, needing him, needing more.

His teeth found the nape of her neck. She gasped at the shock of pleasure radiating from the bite and the kiss he followed it with. It was all she could do to hang on as his unrelenting thrusts drove her into the bed.

He was close. She could feel it in the way his hips jerked, like something primal had taken over him, an unstoppable desire to fill her with his seed. Each time he pushed back inside of her, bottoming out against her ass, he drove her closer to the edge until finally, she bit down on the pillow to keep from crying out, her orgasm cresting over her with an intensity that made her head spin.

Heat prickled over her body, and she was boneless, the aftershocks of her orgasm rippling through her as Rami chased his own, not far beyond.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He followed that with two deep, desperate thrusts, yanking her back by the hips to fully seat her against him. She felt his cock throb with the force of his orgasm, heard the ragged, stuttering breath he took when he could breathe again.

He lowered himself down, hovering just above her and planting kisses along her jaw, shoulder, anywhere he could reach. She turned her head and caught his lips, tasting the salt of his sweat and the sweet taste that was all Rami. Twisting to the side, she rolled them over, lying spooned in his big arms with his chest against her back.

She loved that post-sex feeling. The blissful soreness between her legs, the slick skin, the wrung-out feeling of an epic orgasm. And the closeness that came from it.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep,” she warned, hearing his breathing steady.

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