Page 44 of Fur Ever Wicked
Consuming.
And it lit her fucking soul on fire!
Every nerve ending flared to life, stoking her lust. Wade pulled her into his lap, straddling him.
“Gods yes,” she cried out when his length pressed against her. Wiggling her hips, the friction sent her into a frenzy.
“Easy does it, baby. I don’t want to finish before we even get to the fun stuff.” Wade wrapped his fingers around her hips, slowing her movements.
“You don’t like the way it feels?” Sadness and rejection coated her voice.
“Of course I do. You feel amazing, but there’s so much more I want to do with you. Pleasures I want you to know and if you keep doing what you’re doing, well…”
Adalyn slowed her movements to match Wade’s. The sensations went from a full-on feeding frenzy to a slow burn designed to wring every ounce of need from her.
“Lift your arms,” Wade said, tugging her top off in record time.
“You should never cover these up.” He tore her lacy bra away.
“Oh gods!” she cried as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Calloused hands massaged her breasts while he kissed and sucked. The sensations, overwhelming at first, sent wave after wave of pleasure straight to her core.
How had she never known such bliss? And her pants were still on. Was it possible to have an orgasm from the lone intimate act? Who the hell knew, but she was about to find out. Tossing her head back and arching her back, Wade kissed a path down her chest and stomach. His hand slipped under her shorts.
“God’s, you’re soaked.” His fingertips brushed over her clit.
“All for you,” she moaned.
“We need to get you out of these.”
There was no going back. She could say no and remain chaste, as she had done all of her life, opting for the safe road, or she could say yes to the man she’d wanted from the moment she’d laid her eyes on him.
Decision time.
Her brain told her to fight the lust, that he would break her heart into a million pieces. Her heart told her to take a leap of faith. How could she ever know love if she never let herself feel it?
“Yes.”
Wade shifted his body, laying Adalyn across the couch before pulling her shorts off.
She’d never felt more self-conscious than she did at that moment. Every inch of her flesh on display for this man to see. She reached for something to cover herself. Instinct demanded it. To feel so raw, so bare…
Such a foreign concept to one who spent so much time locked in her room.
Wade clutched her hand, begging her to reconsider.
“In all of my years, roaming the Heavens and Hell and every inch of the Earth, I’ve never seen a more beautiful creature.”
Wait! What?
He pushed her hands above her head, holding them there.
“You are fucking perfect.”
Adalyn’s cheeks heated with a blush she was sure covered her entire body. She’d never been told she was pretty, or beautiful, and by no means did she feel fucking perfect. Her hips were wide. Her breasts larger than most women her size, and her thighs jiggled when she ran. She didn’t think there was a perfect spot on her body, but clearly, Wade felt otherwise.
And for now, she was okay with that.
Slowly, he ran his tongue up her ankle, stopping when he reached her inner thigh. He paused to admire the look of pleasure on her face.
