Page 29 of Wedding for My Werewolf

“Don’t apologize. If you want to stop, we stop.”

“I don’t want to stop, but…”

She bit her lip, unable to explain the confused mixture of arousal and nerves. His eyes softened.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured.

He kissed her again, slow and sweet, as his hands returned to her breasts. When she was wiggling against him, he very slowly slid a hand back down over her stomach, watching her face the whole time. She bit her lip but parted her thighs and he gave her a small, pleased smile.

“So sweet,” he murmured.

His fingers brushed over her, finding the wet heat that betrayed her desire. When his fingertip grazed her clit, she jerked.

“Easy,” he murmured.

“I’ve never done this before,” she whispered, cheeks flaming.

“With someone else?”

She shook her head, mortified, and his eyes widened.

“No one’s ever done this for you, little bird?”

She shook her head again, unable to meet his eyes.

“Let me take care of you. Do you trust me?”

She looked into those golden eyes, so intent on her, and nodded.

“Yes. Yes, I trust you.”

His fingertip circled her clit and she moaned, clutching his shoulders.

“That’s it, little bird. Do you like that?”

“It feels so good,” she whispered, her cheeks burning.

“Tell me exactly what you like. Every little thing.”

The husky command sent heat rushing through her body. She could feel his gaze on her, studying her reactions.

“I don’t know.”

“Then we’ll find out together. Faster?”

“Yes, please.”

Her eyes closed, hips bucking as his fingers picked up speed. Her breathing grew ragged, the tension inside her rising.

“How about a little harder?”

She couldn’t have spoken, could only nod, but it was enough.

“Like this?” His finger rubbed firm, demanding circles around her clit. “Does that feel good?”

“Y-yes,” she gasped.

He kept circling her clit, his pace steady and relentless. It wasn’t long before she was clutching at his shoulders, moaning, desperate for more.

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