Page 61 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

In a flash, Griffin lifted me from the sofa, hoisting me onto the table in front of us. His lips were back on mine, disconnecting briefly to lift my dress over my head.

He took a step back, eyes raking all over me as I sat on the table in just my panties. I was overcome with the need to shield my boobs from his burning gaze, but he stopped my arms, his eyes holding mine.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Mira. Every part of you is perfect.”

I didn’t know what to say in reply, so I settled for pulling him back into me. My legs instinctively wrapped around him, and his hands grabbed onto them, pulling me impossibly close to him until the only thing separating my wet core from his thick erection were thin pieces of clothing.

A moan pooled at the back of my throat, but Griffin swallowed it before it could spill, his lips biting and tasting every part of my mouth.

He broke our kiss, tearing a cry of protest from me, but that was immediately replaced by a loud moan when his head dipped between my thighs. He tore off my panties and delivered a long stroke of his tongue, licking from my vagina to clit.

My whole body shuddered with pleasure, and I had to dig my hand into his hair to keep me from falling off the table. I was getting loud, and this was hardly the position to be found in with another man on your wedding night, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Griffin’s tongue was doing wonders to me, and the stars that clouded my vision were the only thing that mattered. I had fantasized about what it would feel like to be with him again, but none of my scenarios compared to this.

Every part of me was alive and humming. I was feeling pleasure in ways I never thought possible, and he wasn’t even fucking me yet. The thought had my pussy clenching hard, and Griffin was off his feet, his eyes dark and hooded as he watched me.

“Are you sure about this, Mira? I’ve waited too long for this moment. If you don’t stop me now, there will be no going back.”

I looked at him in awe. He was the drunk one. He was the one grieving his mistakes. He was the one going through a divorce. He had every excuse to indulge in this, and yet he was looking out for me—one hundred percent sober me, who should be madly in love with the man she is to walk down the aisle within a few hours.

My throat suddenly felt too tight for words, and before I let myself feel the guilt that was creeping into me, I pulled him back into me, pouring my answer into his lips with every passion I could muster. Maybe I’ll regret this at dawn. Maybe it’ll haunt me for the rest of my life, but I only had this night, and I was going to make the most out of it.

I broke our kiss, slipping down and kneeling before him. Griffin’s eyes widened by a fraction when he realized what I had in mind, but he didn’t interrupt me. He stood and watched with lust-clouded eyes as my amateur fingers fumbled their way through his zipper and freed his cock from their confines.

The thick mass almost slapped my face as it sprang free from his shorts. I took him in my hands, running my fingers through the length as I studied every bit of him, committing every curve and vein to memory. He was so beautiful it made my mouth water, but I had no experience in the act of fellatio, and his size intimidated me a little.

“You can start at the tip. You don’t need to take it all in,” Griffin said, sensing my unease.

I lowered my lips to the crown, sampling the salty taste of pre-cum on my tongue before taking in more of him.

He let out a strained groan, and I took that as my cue to continue, his subtle words of praise and moans fueling me to keep going till I felt him hit the back of my throat.

He tried to pull back, but I held him in place, fighting against my gag reflex to give him as much as he had given.

“Fuck, baby,” he cursed, his hand reaching down to slow my pace. “If you keep sucking me like that, I’m gonna come before I get the chance to fuck you properly.”

I moaned in reply, increasing my pace to let him know that was exactly what I wanted. I’ve wanted to feel him exploding in my mouth for too long.

His groans intensified, and just as I felt him stiffen in my mouth, he pulled himself from me, pulling me from the ground and positioning me back on the table.

“I’ll have you know that I’m no savage, and in all my fantasies about you, the arrangements are usually better than this, but I fear I might die if I wasted a millisecond not buried inside you,” he breathed, angling the tip of his cock at my entrance.

Anticipation coursed through me as I watched him slightly part my folds, impatience tugging at my nerves.

He lifted his eyes to mine, locking my thighs around his waist.

“I’m going to need you to hold on tight to me, and whatever you do, don’t look away from me. Okay?”

“Okay,” I squeaked, nodding simultaneously.

Slow pressure started to build at my entrance as he slowly pushed into me. I held my breath, fingers digging into his shoulders as I tried my best to keep my eyes on him while ignoring the pain I was feeling.

Griffin paused for a moment, placing a soft kiss on my head before driving all the way with so much force that I would fall over if I wasn’t already clinging to him.

“Fuck. You feel like heaven,” he murmured, covering my face with kisses as he waited for me to adjust to his size. My pussy was still throbbing from pain when I started rolling my hips against his, mindlessly chasing the pressure I could feel building inside me.

Griffin got my message and wrapped my legs tighter around him, thrusting into me with more force than before.

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