Page 68 of The Wolf and the Wildflower
“You taste sweet, so sweet and soft,” he murmured and then he did it again.
Jules arched, biting her lips against the raw sounds that wanted to rush from her throat. The callous tips of his fingers stroked up her inner thigh until he reached the aching heart of her sex, where he sank two fingers deep, sucking her clitoris into his mouth. Jules moaned at the shock of terrible pleasure. Her upper body came off the bed, only to have his hand flatten against her stomach, pressing her back as his lips covered her wet sex.
“James,” she cried out, instinctively threading her fingers through his hair to hold him even closer to her.
Her body tensed, drawn tight as the pleasure built inside her until it broke, cascading heat through her. The kisses and licks as he moved down her body to her inner thighs and the back of her knee she hadn’t expected, and every touch felt like a sensual assault on her senses, leaving her disoriented but wanting more. James kissed her all over, inhaling and licking as he roused her body to feverish heights.
Her heartbeat throbbed against her ears as he explored the lines of her hips, belly, and breasts. Her nipples firmed instantly under his touch. And the way he inhaled her…oh God. The strength in his hands as he flipped Jules onto her belly was intimidating and arousing. His teeth sank into the globes of her buttocks, and she arched her hips, trembling. He licked along her spine, nipping at the curve of her hips and up to her shoulder blades.
He ran his fingers through her wetness, his touch edgy, and she cried out as he thrust two fingers inside her once again. His answering groan of pleasure reverberated through her entire body. The heat of him pressed along her back as he parted her thighs and slowly invaded her quivering sex. The pleasure-pain of his inexorable invasion was a fiery cascade of sensations that swamped Jules. It was too much…yet not enough for she still felt cold…and empty.
He curved his tall, muscular frame over hers. She turned her head and met his gaze, her heart trembling at the lust and the tenderness in his eyes.
“Hurt?”
“Yes.”
He snaked a hand underneath her belly and rubbed her clitoris, filling the sensitive bundle of nerves with pained bliss. Jules grew so wet it was almost mortifying.
“Do not close your eyes, Wildflower.”
She snapped her gaze open, gasping when his cock grew even harder insider her, though he did not move.
“I am cold, James,” she whispered, wondering at the inexplicable emotions sweeping over her senses.
He kissed her with rough passion until heat pounded the blood through her heart, chest, and entire body. The cold fled and only the taste and scent of James surrounded her. He started to move within her, she cried out into his kiss, and he sucked the noise inside of him and returned it in a soft growl of pleasure.
His cock dragged from her, her sex clinging to it so tightly, she felt every inch of him as he retreated and then sank back inside her to the hilt. Their lips parted and he licked across her mouth, the curl of his tongue hot and evocative.
“Ease slightly onto your knees,” he hissed, licking at a corner of her mouth.
A small sob of want and hunger clawed from Jules, and she pushed to her knees when he lifted some of his weight from her back. She panted when he bit into the curve of her throat, then kissed the sting away. Sweat slicked her body as his skin slid against hers, her fingers tightening in the cushions, and her breath trembled from her lips to his. He rolled his hips, plunging into her, over and over. He kept his rhythm slow but hard and heavy, and her arousal grew so intense her thighs shook.
The reactions filling her were like nothing she could have imagined. Sensations gathered within, drawing her closer to rapture. His hips snapped harder, and the pressure built inside, and pleasure rolled over her in hot, devastating waves. Jules forgot to scream, to even think, lost in the bone-jarring pleasure that consumed her.
I like you too much,she whispered silently, feeling as if her soul cried for his.
His fingers glided over hers, and their hands clenched together in the cushions as he rode her through her release, chasing his own pleasure until he groaned in the crook of her neck, withdrawing to release outside of her body.
He held her to his chest for unending minutes, before moving from her. She instantly missed his heat but was too tired to protest. Their pleasure had been pure and explosive; startlingly she felt drained and wanted to sleep. Jules did not resist the temptation, closing her eyes and allowing the darkness to claim her.
Sometime later, when Jules stirred awake, she was snuggled atop James’s chest, stifling a yawn as she listened to the jerk of his heartbeat. It was slow and steady and soothing.
“You smell of the fragrance of spring and the crispness of winter. I will never tire of this scent, and I shall miss you when you are gone,” he murmured.
Gone. She buried down the raw flare of emotion his words elicited. “How did you know I awakened?”
“I heard the increase in your heartbeat.”
Jules trailed her fingers over his chest, turning her nose against him to inhale.
She loved his scent, and she nipped his flesh, kissing his body because he was just so beautifully formed with corded smooth muscle, full of power and elegance. This man drew at an instinct within her that had not been apparent before during her entire existence, and Jules was helpless against its awakening. “I shall miss you, too, James, very much so.”
She worshipped the terrains of his body, whispering kisses over the brutal cut of muscles shaped by the wildness of surviving those ice-capped mountains. She glided the tip of a single finger over the deep furrows that ran from his lower back, across to his hips, and down the muscular trunk of his thighs.
Jules shimmered down his body and laved the brutal scars with her tongue, smiling when his body stirred. “What caused these?”
“The bear Luna and I fought.”
