Page 8 of The Wolf's Fake Bride (Savage Shifters Special Ops 2)

Elise

There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was a kiss of domination and of possession. His lips were hard at first until they melted into mine. His tongue plundered my mouth, much as he had plundered my virginity last night.

I could taste the saltiness from the jerky he had eaten as he explored my mouth. He touched the roof of my mouth, rubbing it, before he moved to my tongue, sparring with it, dancing with it.

The warmth that flooded through my body was a sharp contrast to the coolness of the cave. The light that glowed around us brightened the cave.

He moaned in the back of his throat as he grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt to pull it over my head. Tossing it aside, he unhooked my bra before he cupped both of my large breasts in his hands.

Squeezing my tits firmly, he lightly rubbed his thumb over my nipples. Then, he rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefingers. His lips were still pressed firmly against mine, letting me know that, at least for this moment in time, I belonged to him.

The embers that had sparked began to burn in anticipation as he laid me down on the blankets. He made short work of my sweatpants.

I shivered as the cold night air caressed my skin, but the heat from his hands quickly warmed me. As he gently explored my body, running his fingers over my face, to my collar bone, across my breasts, and downward, my senses were heightened.

I could smell the dampness from the cave. I could hear the flutter of the bat’s wings, as they prepared to hunt their prey during the night. The darkness enveloped us like a cocoon, yet, I could see him and everything around us clearly. Most of all, I could feel how his strong hands had turned to silk with a single touch as he traveled over me. Goosebumps covered me at the contradiction between his heat, the heat he was creating in me, and the chilly night air.

I gasped out loud as his fingers found the center of my body. Electrical sparks exploded. His lips latched on to one of my nipples, bathing it with his tongue while his fingers parted my swollen pussy lips, giving him access to the hot spring that existed between my legs.

He traced the entrance of my pussy with his fingers before pushing one of his long digits deep inside of me. I could feel the knuckles of his hand press against that sensitive hole as he swirled his finger around, touching the inner walls of my womanhood.

A second and third finger soon joined the first. I could barely breathe, as his fingers dove into that hot, wet space.

Jared licked a finger from his other hand and gently circled my clit without touching it. Instinctively, I raised my hips, encouraging him to touch the aching bud. The need for his touch was more intense than any hunger I had ever experienced.

“Please, Jared,” I panted.

“Please, what, beautiful?” he asked softly. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me.”

“Touch you where, baby? Tell me where you need me to touch you.”

I moaned. The words were hard to say, but hunger and torturous need overcame my shyness. “Please, touch my clit.”

“You mean like this?” he asked, as he began to make circles over my clit.

“Yes, please,” I said.

He made slow circles for just a moment. Then, as his fingers moved inside of my pussy, stretching me, stroking me, he rubbed my clit from side to side.

The combined touches were painfully exquisite. I was sure that my heart would explode or my lungs would collapse as his ministrations changed the way my entire body was performing.

He lightly pinched my clit, pulling it slightly out. Then, he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. The wave after wave of liquid heat could no longer be contained, and I exploded over his fingers.

“Good girl,” he said. “Let it flow.”

Then, he shifted his position. I felt suddenly hollow when he removed his fingers, yet that feeling was quickly replaced by a delicious fire when his tongue replaced his digits.

He lapped my pussy walls, tasting me, drinking in my creamy offering.

His tongue traced the entrance of my pussy. Then, he licked it from the very bottom of my slit to the top. His tongue found my clit.

Once again, three fingers filled me, touching my inside walls, stretching me as a hot tongue flicked my clit. This searing organ circled my clit for a few seconds before he sucked it into his mouth.

I cried out, “Jared. Oh, my. Jared.”

My fingers clenched around the blanket, which became part of the white-knuckled fists I had made to try to keep a tenuous hold on this Earth. The world had disappeared, and all that existed were the blazing, tingling sensations that coursed through my body.

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