Page 21 of The Wolf and his Witch

He removed his hand and stepped back.

“Gabe…”

“Don’t turn around. Hands on the glass,bebe,and spread your legs.”

She tried to swallow, but her mouth was drier than desert sand. She did as she was told, her legs wobbly in her boots. Clothing rustled behind her, and she caught a glimpse of his shirt as it slipped to the floor.

“Eyes forward.”

Annabelle sucked in a breath at the guttural command. Gabriel had always been a dominant lover, but there was an edge, a rawness to him now. Was it his wolf? Had it always been there, and she’d been blind to it? No. This was something new. And, oh God, shelikedit.

The slide of a zipper, then more rustling. Slickness coated her thighs. Soft footfalls on the carpet. Heat suffused her body, and her pelvic muscles clenched. Her thighs quivered and her nipples were so hard they were almost painful. She’d never been so turned on in all her life. A gentle touch on the curve of her hip and the heat of his palm burned into her.

“Three long years I’ve waited for this. I’ve got calluses on my fucking hand from jerking off to memories of you.”

Her breathing was shallow, panting almost. Annabelle longed to press back into him, to turn around, but something held her in check. Fear? Fear she’d see her own desperate need for him reflected in his eyes?

Wait. What? Does he mean what I think he means?

A muscled thigh pushed between her legs, the brush of his cock against her ass almost bringing her undone. “Wider.”

Her heart did a little skip. Had he really not slept with anyone since Paris?

He growled and slapped her ass with his palm. “Wider, Annabelle.”

Heat ripped through her, bringing her to the edge. It was all she could do to get her trembling legs to comply. His fingers traced the length of her spine, and she arched her back, presenting to him.

A harsh intake of breath and a low rumble reverberated behind her. “Look at you, your pussy all pretty pink, swollen and wet. Just for me.”

“Gabe…” She all but moaned his name, angling her hips higher, wanting, needing him to fill her up.

He tugged at her hips, and the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. “Belle,you ruined me for all other women.”

Then he thrust into her, seating himself deep. She cried out at the exquisite pleasure, at the fullness, at the way he stretched her. He was a big man, in all ways, and she reveled in it.

“Prepare yourself,mon amour.I have waited too long for this. I’m going to fuck you like I need to. Like the animal I am.”

He drew back, a delicious slide against sensitized nerve endings. Then he slammed back in. Hard. Savage. Deep. Another slide out, another deep thrust and a part moan, part scream slipped from her lips. As though all restraint lifted with her cry, the beast released, Gabe pounded into her with a relentless savagery.

Oh God, oh God, oh God!

She pressed her heated face against the icy window, and her breath fogged up the glass. Sounds she never thought she’d make again filled the room, with the accompanying slap of skin on skin and Gabe’s harsh breathing. Her hands against the window and his bruising grip on her hips were the only things keeping her upright.

Putain.He’d forgotten how good this felt. The slap of his heavy balls against her thighs. The slide of his cock through her wet heat. Her little gasps and whimpers. The trembling of her pussy around his shaft. There was no feeling in the world like it. Even better, there was no barrier between his bare cock and her pussy. Finally,finally,he was back where he belonged. He wanted to howl his triumph to the world. The barest thread of sanity was all that kept his wolf in check. Was all that stopped him from letting it loose and bringing the hotel staff, and the authorities, down on their heads.

Against his will, his canines punched through his gums. The urge to bite her, to turn her and to truly make her his, was excruciating. He slipped his hand around to pinch her clit and a hoarse scream ripped from her throat, her pussy clenching his cock like a vise. Pleasure ripped up his spine, and he thrust one last time. His body stiffened, spots danced in front of his eyes, and he threw his head back and roared his release, spilling his seed inside her.

Merde.He had died and gone to heaven.

Annabelle collapsed against him, trembling, and he folded his big body around her, taking them both to the floor. Still inside her. Still impossibly hard. Annabelle still wearing those sexy boots. He cradled her in his arms as he tried to catch his breath and slow his pounding heart.Putain.It had always been good between them, but that…

“Wow,” she breathed, her chest heaving against his. “That was…”

He chuckled. “Mind blowing?”

“Yeah.”

“Oui, it was.”

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