Page 124 of Savage Games

"Please what?"I ask, enjoying the flush spreading across her cheeks, the way her breath catches when I apply the slightest pressure.

"Touch me," she demands, her wolf flashing in her eyes."Now."

A growl rumbles through my chest at her command, but I obey, slipping my fingers beneath the damp fabric to find her slick and hot.The first touch makes her gasp, her thighs tensing around my waist.

"So wet," I praise, circling her entrance before sliding up to the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes her keen."All for me."

I work her with now practiced precision, learning what makes her breath hitch, what draws out those soft moans that drive me wild.Her body responds beautifully, rocking against my hand, seeking more.

With my free hand, I tug down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts to the cool air.Her nipples are already hard, begging for attention.I lower my head, taking one into my mouth as my fingers continue their relentless pace below.

The combination is too much for her.She arches against me, a cry escaping her lips as her inner walls clench around my fingers.I don't stop working her through her release, drawing it out until she's trembling and clutching at my shoulders.

"That's it," I murmur, slowing but not stopping completely."Let go for me."

Her eyes flutter open, dazed and dark with need.And I know this is just the beginning of our night…

46

Naomi

The aftershocks of my orgasm are still rippling through me when I reach for him, needing more.My fingers fumble with his belt, yanking it open with shaking hands.

"Impatient," Wyatt teases, but his voice is strained, his control visibly slipping.

"Off," I demand, tugging at his pants."Now."

He helps me, shoving them down just enough to free himself.

My breath catches at the sight of him, hard and ready.I wrap my hand around him, enjoying the way his eyes darken, the way his jaw clenches with restraint.

"Come here," I whisper, positioning myself at the edge of the counter.

Wyatt steps closer, his massive frame blocking out everything else.I guide him to my entrance, both of us freezing for a moment as he begins to push inside.The stretch is exquisite, a perfect fullness that makes me gasp.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, his fingers digging into my hips.

I watch in fascination as he enters me slowly, inch by delicious inch.The sight of our bodies joining is mesmerising, primal in a way that makes my wolf howl with satisfaction.

When he's fully seated, we both pause, savoring the connection.Then his eyes meet mine, wild and hungry.

"Hold on," he warns.

And then he's moving, pulling back and driving into me with powerful thrusts that send waves of pleasure crashing through me.My nails score his shoulders as I cling to him, desperately trying to keep quiet, even as each thrust forces small, broken sounds from my throat.

"Let me hear you," he encourages, his voice rough with need."No one can hear us here."

But I'm beyond words, beyond rational thought.All I can do is feel his strength surrounding me, his thickness filling me, the coil of pleasure tightening impossibly within me.

When his hand slips between us, finding that sensitive spot with unerring precision, I bite down hard on his neck to muffle my scream.The taste of his skin, the scent of our combined arousal, the feeling of him pulsing inside me.It's too much.

I shatter for a second time, my inner walls clamping down hard around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.He follows almost immediately, his rhythm faltering as he drives deep one last time, his release spilling hot inside me.

"Naomi," he groans, the word sounding like a prayer on his lips.

We stay like that for a long moment, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling, bodies still joined.When he finally withdraws, I feel a trickle of warmth escaping with him.

With gentle fingers, he presses it back inside me, the gesture so possessive it makes my wolf purr with satisfaction.He does it again when more threatens to spill, his eyes never leaving the place where we're joined.

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