Page 65 of Howl You Doin'

Caleb gently laid Fiona on the bed, his blue eyes darkening with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.

"You know," Fiona said, her voice light, a teasing smile playing on her lips, "for someone who just survived a wolf showdown, you're surprisingly gentle."

"Only with you," Caleb murmured.

"Lucky me," she said.

Caleb's hands skimmed over her curves, his touch both tender and sure. Fiona's breath hitched as he traced the contours of her body.

Caleb's lips found the hollow of her throat, and she let out a soft moan, her hands fisting in the bedsheets. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?" she breathed out.

He lifted his head, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. "That's the plan," he said, his tone laced with a promise that sent shivers down her spine.

His mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss that left her breathless. Fiona's fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss with a desperate hunger that surprised her.

As they broke apart, Fiona's heart raced, her body aching for his touch. She watched, transfixed, as Caleb's hands continued their slow exploration, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her pants, teasing and tempting.

"Caleb," she said, her voice a strangled plea, "you're not playing fair."

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Who said anything about playing fair?" he asked, his fingers slipping further, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Fiona's hips bucked, a throaty chuckle escaping her lips. "You're going to be the death of me," she said, her hands reaching for him, pulling him down to her.

Caleb's laughter rumbled through his chest. "I'd never let that happen," he said, his lips brushing against hers in a fleeting kiss. "You're too precious to me."

Fiona's breath caught in her throat as Caleb's fingers deftly stroked between her legs. She gasped, her hips arching involuntarily towards his hand.

"You're very good at that," she managed to say, her voice a breathy whisper.

Caleb lifted his head from where he had been kissing her neck. His blue eyes locked onto hers as he inserted a finger inside her. Fiona's eyes fluttered closed, a low moan escaping her lips as he began to move his finger with a skill that left her both awed and desperate for more.

She clutched at the bedsheets, her body aching with a need that only Caleb seemed to be able to fulfill.

As he continued to stroke her, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through her, Caleb's mouth moved lower, his lips closing around her nipple. The sensation of his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak, combined with the motion of his fingers, pushed Fiona closer and closer to the edge.

"Caleb," she breathed out.

He released her nipple, his lips trailing a path of fire up to her ear. "Let go, Fiona," he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

With a shuddering cry, Fiona surrendered to the pleasure, her body convulsing around his fingers as her orgasm washed over her in powerful, all-consuming waves.

As the last of the aftershocks subsided, Caleb withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean with a satisfied hum. The sight was so erotic that Fiona felt a fresh surge of desire pulse through her.

Fiona pushed Caleb gently back on the bed, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

Caleb's blue eyes darkened with desire as he allowed himself to be maneuvered, his hands coming up to rest on her hips as she straddled him.

She reveled in the feel of his hands on her, the warmth of his touch. Her fingers traced the contours of his chest, the muscles tensing beneath her touch. "You're not the only one who knows how to take control," she teased, leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss.

Caleb chuckled against her mouth,his hands sliding up her sides, tickling her ribs and making her squirm. "I never said you didn't," he murmured.

Fiona sat up, her hair cascading around her shoulders. She rolled her hips, eliciting a low groan from Caleb as she took him inside her. They moved together in a slow rhythm that caused her body to shudder.

"Fiona," Caleb breathed out, his fingers digging into her hips as he matched her rhythm.

She leaned forward, her hands braced against his chest, and kissed him deeply, pouring all of her love, her passion, her soul into that one kiss.

Their bodies continued to move together with a gentle, easy rhythm. They moved as one, a slow, sensual dance that spoke of promises and shared futures.

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