Page 55 of Bad Wolf's Nanny
“I’ll be gentle,” he growled, leaning down to kiss her again, “tell me if it hurts.”
She practically groaned at that, her legs falling open, her hips bucking upwards in search of friction. He snarled, reaching down between their bodies, finding her wet and waiting. Her scent enveloped him as he bit into the soft skin of her neck, vanilla and honey andhome.
Slowly, gently, he pushed two fingers into her, relishing the way her body stretched around him.
God, she was tight. So tight. He was going to go crazy at this rate.
She whimpered and writhed beneath him as he pumped his fingers into her, curling them upwards against that small spot deep inside her that he knew would drive her closer to the edge.
Her eyes widened and she gasped, her head falling backwards, her spine arching up. He took the opportunity to capture one of her perfect, dusky nipples between his lips, tugging with just enough pressure to complement the pleasure he was giving her.
“Dane,” she begged, muscles trembling, “oh, God, Dane, please!”
With a savage grin, he withdrew his fingers, trailing them around her core, moving upwards to the engorged bud at the apex of her thighs.
As he made contact with her clit she moaned, breathy and light, her perfect red lips forming a small ‘oh’ as he rubbed her needy flesh.
He was getting prettyneedyhimself, his manhood hot and heavy against her thigh. But it was a point of pride, of masculine ego perhaps, that he wanted to make her finish before he chased his own pleasure. There had been plenty ofwomen in his past whom he wouldn’t have bothered trying to impress. Sure, he could tell by scent alone that they all enjoyed themselves, but he was honest enough to admit that he was mostly preoccupied with finding his own release.
But Lola. Lola was different.
Something in him wanted to wait. To savor the moment. To drive her over the edge and see her fall apart under his ministrations, secure in the knowledge thathewas the one to give her pleasure.
And indeed, his wolf roared with triumph at the little sounds spilling for her lips, the desperate way her hands trembled as they tangled in his hair, the small crease between her brow thatfor oncehad nothing to do with him teasing her. Unable to resist, he scraped his teeth down the pale column of her neck, tasting the sweet-salt sweat as she writhed, increasing his pace against her.
As he sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her breast, sucking it with enough force to bruise, she shattered beneath him. His name was on her lips as she came, her muscles shaking, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
Within him, his wolf roared in ecstasy. He had done that.Hehad made her lose control.
“That’s it, love,” he growled, “that’s my good girl. Easy now.”
Despite his words, he didn’t relent his assault on her clit, collecting some of her wetness to spread over her and continue working her body, slick and musky anddelicious. He wanted to taste her. To feel her fall apart on his tongue.
But he needed her. Violently, primally,desperately.
He made do by sucking her orgasm off his fingers, relishing the tangy explosion of her essence, but enjoying even more the heat in her eyes and the blush on her cheeks as she watched him.
She was boneless, limp beneath him, thighs still trembling but open and warm and inviting. Her breasts rose and fell, and she panted, her eyes wild in anticipation.
Without warning, he pushed into her, growling as her warmth enveloped him, her muscles gripping him tight.
“That’s it,” he hissed, “look at you, taking me so well.”
She whimpered, gripping his shoulders, her nails leaving little red half-moon crescents in his skin. His wolf roared in delight. He wanted her to mark him. To claim him. To take what she wanted from his body and leave a trail of their joint pleasure.
“Dane,” she begged, a bead of sweat rolling from her neck down her chest, “Dane, you’re so…so…”
“Does it hurt?” he said, pausing halfway to let her adjust, unable to keep the grin from his face.
“No,” she said, “no, no, no, it feels amazing, it feels…feels so good! Don’t stop, don’tstop!”
His little academic. He couldn’t think of a time when she’d been rendered incapable of words with more than one syllable. And somehow, that was more satisfying than the blatant pleasure twisting across her expression as he pushed further inside her.
“Oh…ohGod,” she groaned, shifting her hips, clamping down on him as he pushed a final inch into her pliant body.
“You feel so fucking good,” he snarled, fists twisting in the sheets as her muscles gripped him, barely holding himself back from ploughing into her like a man possessed.
“Don’t stop,” she said again, bucking against him, “please, please, Dane!”
