Page 40 of Wolf's Providence

My fingers ghosted over her hip, rising higher, brushing over the curve of her breast. Willow sucked in a breath, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment, and the sound of it shot straight to my cock like a lightning bolt. I could feel my resolve unraveling bit by bit, my control slipping as the sense of wildness rose to the surface.

My eyes closed tight as my instincts screamed at me to step back. What if I lost control again?

Lips brushed mine, causing my eyes to fly wide open. I met her gaze, her eyes wide and full of certainty. “Kiss me.”

That was all it took for the last of my restraint to snap.

Her mouth opened willingly, my fingers dug into her soft flesh, and I was already pushing her pants down.

“Get on the bed,” I ordered, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the side. Willow did as she was told, and I grabbed the bottom of her nightwear and tugged them down. I could smell her arousal, and I couldn’t get enough. Her taste, her scent, everything about her drove me to the brink of madness, and I was done fighting it.

Following her onto the bed, my hands roamed over her body, learning every dip and bump of her skin, memorizing the feel of her, the way her body arched against me. The breathless gasps she made as I kissed her deeper, harder. My lips captured the swollen peak of her breast, and I loved the throaty moan that spilled from her lips as I licked and sucked.

Willow’s head tilted back, her eyes closed in appreciation as I feasted on her breasts, switching from one to the other, savoring the taste of her skin. The small desperate sounds that escaped from her lips only fueled my fire. My hand trailed down her body, teasing, until my fingers found their way between her legs. I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face when her body jerked at my touch, her legs falling open as I stroked her. She was already slick with need, and the realization that my girl was ready for me sent a wave of primal satisfaction through me.

Her hands tangled in my hair, her body moving, seeking more. The bond between us pulsed with an energy that made the very air around us crackle with it.

Willow’s hips lifted. Her hand slid down her body, resting on top of mine, pressing against it, and I growled low in my throat, the sound vibrating through me as I slipped a finger inside her. Her sharp intake of breath was followed by a soft moan, her body tightening around me, and I felt myself losing myself in her as I watched her writhe with pleasure. Every movement, every inhale, every plea for more fed the beast inside me. The wild part of me that had always craved her, even before I realized what this was between us.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmured against her skin, my lips trailing down her neck as my fingers continued to move inside her, slow and sure, coaxing her higher with every stroke.

Willow’s grip tightened on my forearm, a soft whimper on her lips as her body arched up into my hand, trying to get closer to me, pulling me even deeper inside her. “Caleb…more…please…”

It was too much, and I couldn’t resist her. I wanted her to have everything, and I added another finger, stroking her deeper, faster, watching as her face contorted in pleasure, her breathing even more rapid now, her body tightening around my fingers with every movement. Her slick heat coated my fingers, I was drowning in her scent, and her moans filled the room. All of it was driving me to the edge, right along with her.

I pressed my thumb against her clit, circling it slowly, a contrast to the rhythm of my fingers. “Oh my God, Caleb.” Her voice was thick with need, her body close to release. So close.

I dipped my head, my mouth returning to her breast, sucking and nipping at her sensitive skin as my fingers plunged into her over and over, bringing her to the brink. Her muscles tightened, and her legs trembled as the climax built inside her. Her hands clutched at anything—me, the bed, her hair. She was on the edge, and I was right there, waiting for her to fall apart.

And then she peaked, her back bowing off the bed as she came, her cries filling the air as her body convulsed around my fingers. I held her through it, my lips brushing against her skin, murmuring soothing platitudes as her pleasure rippled through her. Willow clung to me, her breath coming in broken gulps, her body shaking in the aftermath.

She coated my fingers with her climax, and I pulled my fingers from her slowly, savoring the way her walls still quivered. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I tasted her, watching her come down from her high. Willow’s eyes fluttered open, her gazeheavy-lidded as she watched me hungrily lick my fingers clean of her.

“Caleb…” Her voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes locked on mine, the bond between us alive and electric.

My lips found hers in a kiss that was both gentle and possessive. Willow kissed me back with the same intensity, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer over her body until I was settled between her legs.

I broke the kiss just long enough to rest my forehead against hers, my breathing heavy as I tried to calm down the wild storm inside me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered, dipping in to take another kiss. “You’re mine,” I whispered against her lips, my voice rough, filled with the truth of it.

I kissed her again, deeper this time, pouring everything I couldn’t say into the press of my lips, the brush of my tongue. She responded instantly, her body soft and pliant beneath me, her fingers clutching at my shoulders as if she were afraid I’d pull away.

But I wasn’t running from her anymore.

My body moved, the heat of her still radiating through me. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me closer, her hips lifting, telling me her desire.

“You need to take your jeans off,” Willow said as she kissed along my jawline. “Now. Like, right now.”

The scent of her arousal filled the air, surrounding me, making it almost impossible to think of anything but her. The way she tasted on my fingers, the way her body moved under mine, the way our bond was singing in my blood, pushing me to madness.

Moving down her body, I kissed her skin. I could feel her heartbeat on my lips as I kissed her chest. The desire to claim her in every way possible tore through me. My movement hesitatedat her scars, seeing the visible signs of what my loss of control could do.

And here I was, on the brink of making the same mistake.

She deserved so much more than this. More than me.

But Willow sensed my hesitation, and with a roll of her hips and a firm push against my head, she shoved me down her body. My mouth tasted her, her pussy so wet my tongue glided through her wetness. Covering her clit with my mouth, I moved my tongue over it. Looking up, I saw Willow propped up on her elbows, watching me as my tongue slid over her clit slowly. Pushing two fingers into her, I continued to tease her clit as I watched her chest heaving, her walls contracting around my fingers.

“Caleb.” Her moan was throaty, heavy with lust.

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