Page 78 of Spellbound & Speechless
She leans back, lying flat on the floor and urging me to follow. Our lips connect. Sparks. Flames. The energy around us grows and pulses as I kiss her deeply. I never want to detach myself fromher. A string of energy flows from our chests, and we’re bound for good.
Her legs wrap around my waist. I rut against her, anything to get closer, already painfully hard. There’s hardly space between us, but I crave more. I need her skin on mine.
The mating bond is opening. The connection I’ve felt since the start flows stronger than I imagined it could. It’s more than the wolf bond now, and more than fate. We’re choosing each other.
Her fingers paw at my shirt. My claws drag down the front of her sundress, popping off the buttons. If either of us cares about the broken fabric, it doesn’t show. Her lips find mine again, moaning into my mouth as I rut against her warm core. She’s throbbing beneath me, and I canfeelit. Every sensation. Every pulse. Her need.
With our wrists still bound, I pin them over her head, using my remaining hand to do away with my pants.
Aspen’s torn dress falls to the side, revealing white lingerie. My lips part, soft pants falling from my mouth as I take in the sight of her smooth curves and soft skin. My claws scrape down her body, just enough to send goosebumps over her flesh.
“Did you design these?” I ask.
She nods. “Sewed it myself yesterday. What do you think?”
“I think…” I sigh, retracting my claws. “I’ll need to be more careful with these.” Pushing the underwear out of my way, I rub my fingers against her soaking core and tease her entrance.
“Yes. You will.”
“It’s hard when all I want is to be inside you.” I look up at her from beneath my lashes, smiling as I push two fingers in. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice shakes, and her back arches. “Yes, mate. Mine. My mate.”
Finally, she says what I’ve wanted to hear all along.
She’s already so needy. I can feel it, hear it in the pitch of her voice, and I know why. Everything is intense now. Her fingers brush my hair back, and it feels like she’s touching me a thousand times, hundreds of lifetimes merging into one. Her warm pussy wraps around my fingers. It nearly feels as good as being inside her.
It’s easy to push her to the edge, to make her shake and clench around me. I’ll never get off before her. She always comes first—in every way. Hopefully, I have the rest of our lives to make her feel worthy of that kind of attention.
Oh, fuck it. She already knows. Aspen’s sexual confidence only makes her more attractive. I don’t understand why she wastes her time with me, but I can’t complain.
By the time I’m satisfied with her pleasure, I’m rock-hard in my boxers. I don’t even need her to touch me. She can make me feel like this without doing anything.
My claws come out as my desire grows, and, without meaning to, I shred the cheap fabric of my underwear.
Who fucking cares?
Aspen is still in her lingerie, and I don’t want her to remove it. She looks like my wife. She looks likemine. She’s ready for me. It’s easy to push her underwear to the side and slide into her slick pussy, thrusting in until I have nothing more to give.
She cries beneath me, the most beautiful sound in the world, and I pull out—only to push into her again. Hard.Harder.
“That’s it, wife. You’re doing such a good job taking my cock.” I huff. “Look at you.”
Her lids flicker open to meet my gaze, and I lock our fingers together, two of our wrists still bound by the rope. I thrust in fluid motions, filling her, already moments from spilling into her. She’s still quivering from her orgasm, her tight walls clenching around me.
Her expression is lewd, saliva dripping from the side of her mouth, but the way she looks at me makes me feelloved. It feels like praise without a single word, like she’s soothing the part of me that worries I’m not enough.
I angle my hips, pushing so she can feel me against her clit, and she gasps.
“Harder,” Aspen whimpers. “Claim me. I’m your wife. Let me feel it.”
The thin resolve I’ve been holding slips through my fingers. Breaks. Shatters. She’s my wife.Mine. It was one thing to call her the title, but hearing her confirm it…
I growl, pressing my sharp teeth against her neck. “Mine.” I rut harder, pulling out more of her enticing cries.
