Page 21 of Mated to Fenrir
I sat back on the bed and watched as he got rid of the rest of his clothes, taking the time to admire his toned physique, andthe evidence of how interested he was in me standing proud and ready.
My mouth went dry at the thought, and I couldn't wait to discover exactly how it would feel to have him touching me like that.
He stalked over to the bed and tipped my head back, leaning in to kiss me far deeper and more hungrily than before.
I placed a hand on his chest, smoothing it over the firm muscles. My heart raced, and the need to feel him closer to me was too much to ignore. I tugged him down onto the bed, and he came with me, his hands roaming over my body and only increasing the need that was growing within me.
His fingers grazed over my nipple, and I gasped, arching up into his touch and silently begging him for me. He seemed to know what I was asking for, and his hand slipped down between us. I parted my legs, looking up to meet his gaze as his fingers found the specific spot that I knew would be my undoing.
A moan escaped me almost immediately. It should bother me that he was managing to achieve this so quickly, but it didn't. I just wanted more.
He slipped two fingers inside me, while using his thumb to keep the pressure where I needed it. I leaned my head back and tried my best to focus on something other than the pleasure building within me. Not because I didn't want to feel it, but because I didn't want it to end too soon.
I wasn't fully aware of anything until his teeth grazed my nipple, and it all became too much.
"Fenrir," I murmured, uncertain if it was a plea for him to continue, or for him to do more. He took it as the latter, causing the dam of pleasure growing within me to burst. I cried out and pushed my body against him, desperate for more of everything. His touch between my legs, his mouth on my breast.
Everything. I just wanted more.
Nerves all over my body responded, tingling and hoping for more from the man who clearly knew just how to please me.
This was going to be a fun night if this moment was anything to go by.
I was breathing heavily by the time my awareness returned to me, and I found him looking at me with a grin on his face.
"What?" I murmured.
"You're beautiful."
"I'm glad you think so." I put a hand on his chest and traced patterns there, moving gradually lower with each pass.
"And I want to see that happen again."
"I'm sure there'll be plenty of time," I said as I reached my destination and wrapped my hand around him. He twitched beneath my touch, making it clear that he was responding to me.
I started stroking gently, pleased when I saw his eyes glaze over. After he'd made me feel so good, I wanted to return the favour.
"Please tell me you have condoms," he murmured.
"I do." I let go, with a little reluctance, and leaned over to grab one from the bedside table.
"You're prepared."
"We were going to end up here at some point," I responded. "I'd rather be over-prepared than caught without at a crucial moment."
He laughed. "Fair enough."
I tore open the packet and rolled the condom onto him, noticing that he responded to this touch too. Anticipation built more within, only spurred on more by the release I'd already experienced.
Fenrir leaned in and kissed me with surprising tenderness, given the situation. I deepened the kiss, eager for more and to feel what it would be like to have him inside me. I didn't want to wait longer, and I didn't need to.
He guided himself to my entrance, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper even as he pushed into me. I gasped at how good it felt, and tipped my head back.
Fenrir feathered kisses against my ear lobe and down my neck, his movements haphazard and clearly influenced by the pleasure he was feeling from being inside me. I crossed my ankles and pulled him deeper, and closer to where I wanted him to be.
His teeth grazed against my neck, and I let out a moan. I'd never been particularly sensitive there, but it was different to feel his teeth against my skin, primal even. A tiny voice whispered in the back of my mind that I knew what it was about, but I didn't care. I just wanted to feel.
"I need to stop," Fenrir said through bated breaths.
