Page 178 of Hell Bound

He had no such desire to make a show of things. Chucking his pants off, they joined my clothes, and then he was on me.

I expected him to take me back to the ground immediately, his wolf clearly simmering just beneath the surface. Honestly, I was on board.

Bend me over and let’s get started, dammit!

Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of me. His big hands rested on my ankles for a moment as he looked his fill of my body. Then achingly slow, he drew his palms up my legs, caressing every inch of them he could reach. They were rough from years of fighting, but somehow they were so tender as they traced over my skin.

When he reached my hips, he dipped his head forward, and my pussy twitched with anticipation. Instead, he pressed a kiss to my middle, just below my belly button. He nuzzled his cheek against the spot, eyes drifting shut.

It hit me what he was doing and I would have keeled over if not for his hold on me.

The skin of my legs had been flayed open in one of my deaths. Another had burned away my abdomen until everything within had fallen into the flames.

He was caressing wounds that never had the chance to heal, that he wasn’t allowed to tend to because they’d taken me from him.

Shaking with emotion, my hands landed in his hair, threading through silken black strands.

“Those nights are indelibly burned into my memory,” he said against my stomach. “The best part of your memory being taken was that you’d never have to bear the hideous weight of them. But it failed.”

All the anguish in his heart was carried in those words, and I couldn’t remain standing there, motionless. I dropped to my knees, too, grabbing his face in my hands and forcing him to meet my gaze.

“My memories of those deaths are a distant dream that I only barely remember. They don’t haunt me anymore, and I wish they wouldn’t haunt you either.” I kissed him again, a long, firm press of my lips to his. “What I do know is that whenever those things happened, I always had the knowledge that you’d be there waiting for me when I came back. I know you always will, no matter what.”

“You needn’t worry about any of that. I’ll never be parted from you again. Do you understand me?Never.”

This time when he kissed me, it was laden with a fervor that set my body on fire. I couldn’t wait any longer, I was going insane from the feel of his hard cock pressing between us but nowhere near where I needed it.

“Lie back,” I commanded. His brow lifted, but he did as I asked.

I climbed over him, raking my hands over his body in desperation to touch him everywhere.

I wanted to taste each inch of him, fuck him senseless, make sweet love to him, and lie back and let him ravish me all at once.

Since that wasn’t possible, I settled for option three.

The fear between the two of us was a heavy weight, and showing my love to him was more important than simple sexual gratification.

His stiffened cock was trapped between us, and my pussy wept to have it so close but not inside. I ground against him, sliding him between my folds and wetting him and bringing myself closer to the edge already.

“Lily,” he groaned, “take me inside you, I need to feel you around me.”

I reached down and notched his cock at my entrance. We both held our breath, stares locked as I slowly lowered myself onto his thick erection. I was dripping for him, a sensation I’d never experienced before with any other man.

“Just like that, Fire Lily. Take me how you want me.”

I was only half way down when I lifted again, leaving just the tip inside, then dropped with more force. I whined in bliss, my head dropping back until my hair tickled his thighs.

His cock pulsed inside me, filling me to the fucking limit of what I could take.

When I finally sat atop his thighs, I thought I would burst from the combination of pleasure and pressure.

“If you don’t move, love, I’ll come just like this.” He clenched his hands on my hips, dimpling the flesh in his attempt to remain still.

“Mmm, we can’t have that. Not until I’m ready for you to come.”

I leaned forward, splaying my palms on his chest. I lifted from him before taking him to the root again… and again… andagain.

Every glide of that thick cock along the walls of my pussy was an exquisite sensation, building from the very first thrust.

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