Page 82 of Dark Wolf Soul
They’re true.
More than that, they’re new territory for us.
Suddenly, I don’t know the rules anymore.
His eyes darken, and he leans in again, his mouth skimming my jaw with feathery light kisses. My fear eases. This is Grey. He is a lot of things, but he won’t hurt me. Not like this.
“I want this,” I say again. “I want you.”
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you,” he tells me.
His kisses become sharp nips with his teeth. I cling to him, pleasure and need building in my core. His hands reach for the strap of my dress, and I feel a slight tug against the fabric. Then, it snaps, and the whole thing falls off my body, pooling at my feet.
“Since that moment, I’ve wanted to see all of you,” he murmurs, stepping back and scanning the length of me with dark, hungry eyes that leave my skin tingling in their wake. “I’ve wanted to touch all of you.”
“Do it,” I tell him, brave at the way he drinks me in, clearly enjoying what he sees.
“Take off your bra.”
I obey him immediately.
My heart thunders against my ribs as I reach back and unclasp the strapless bra then let it fall at my feet.
“Now your panties.”
I slide out of them too, aware that I’m fully submitting to his orders now. To his dominance—a dominance that only turns me on even more.
Standing naked before him leaves me vulnerable and exposed, but his declarations about wanting me make me braver.
“I want to see you,” I tell him, stepping closer and reaching for his bow tie. It comes undone in my fingers, and I toss it aside then start on his shirt buttons. He stands, letting me undress him as he grazes my skin with his fingers. I peel off his shirt and unbutton his pants, one by one, removing items until he’s completely naked before me. His bandages have held, and I’m glad because I don’t want to stop to play nurse—not yet.
I lick my lips, unable to keep from staring at the hard lines of his chest, the rippled abs, and the deep V that leads to his cock already sprung to attention.
My hand closes over it, and he hisses.
Then, it’s as if the spell is broken. He kisses me hungrily, his tongue plunging inside my mouth, demanding even before I can offer myself up. My hand slides up and down the length of him, and he snarls from deep in his throat.
His arms come around my waist, and he lifts me, depositing me on the bed with a grunt. I want to ask if he’s all right, but something about the way he watches me keeps me from questioning him. He lowers himself to me, his hand cupping my breast as he takes a nipple into his mouth.
“Yes.” I exhale, arching into the heat of his mouth and the delicious flick of his tongue. “More.”
“Mmm.” He releases that nipple only to do the same to the other. “How much more?”
I rock my hips, need quickly bordering on desperation. Whatever satisfaction that first orgasm offered is gone. My body craves him, and my mind is lost to everything else.
“All of it,” I tell him.
His fingers dip inside me, driving so hard inside me that my breath catches.
“So wet and ready for me,” he murmurs, staring down at me as he fucks me with two fingers. “Good girl.”
He draws away and positions himself at my entrance. The tip of his cock brushes my clit, and I arch upward to meet him.
“Good girl,” he whispers again.
He slides inside me in one quick stroke, and I gasp as he fills and stretches me so perfectly. When he begins to move, the pleasure overtakes my senses, and I’m lost to everything except him. The way he makes me feel is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.
“Open your eyes,” he commands, and I do, unaware I’d even closed them. “Stay with me, princess.”
