Page 40 of Love That Sass

He undressed her slowly, like the gift she was. Kissing every inch of flesh revealed, Weylin memorized every freckle and beauty mark, every touch that brought with it a whimper or sigh. He tried to go slow, really, he tried, but Gwendolyn was more passionate than he could have ever dreamed she would be.

“You drive me wild, baby,” he murmured, leaning over her on top of the mattress.

Their kissing and heavy petting had raised the temperature in the cabin, so hot it might as well have been a sauna. Not that he minded. The woman conjured fires inside him to the depths of his soul, and he was more than willing to follow her into the flames.

“Oh, Weylin,” she moaned his name, sending shivers through his body at the hushed sound.

She was magic, this woman. Pure, unadulterated magic, and every cell in his body was attuned to her pleasure.

Weylin captured her nipple between his lips, kissing and sucking the bud until it hardened for him. Strawberries and cream, he thought with a growl as he licked a trail from one breast to the other, coveting her, worshipping her like the goddess she was.

His cock thumped against his briefs, hard as steel and begging for release, but he couldn’t go to her like this. Like some rutting animal, even if it was half true. She was virginal and untried, and the last thing he wanted was to scare her or, gods forbid, hurt her in any way. But like everything else about her, Gwendolyn was surprisingly forward in her carnal desires.

She clutched at his shoulders when he slid down her body, kissing her breasts, belly and thighs as he did. He loved how soft she was, how smooth her skin felt. The short crop of curls that topped her sex were dark and silky, he parted her slick folds with his fingers, keeping her gaze on his as he placed a kiss on her nether lips.

“You can’t—oh, yes, you can,” she moaned as he kissed and suckled on her womanly flesh, nibbling her pink bits until she writhed mindlessly beneath his ministrations.

He sounded positively feral as he ate her sweet pussy. His growl built and built, reverberating in the bedroom as he licked and sucked, adding one than two fingers as he worked and stretched her, readying her for his possession.

Gwendolyn cried out, pulling his hair as her first orgasm took over. He moved quickly then, sliding up her heated body, positioning himself at her entrance, and pressing home as she came harder with the first flex of his steely cock into her core.

“Weylin!” she cried out, and he snarled and held still.

Fuck. She was tight. Tight. Hot. And his.

“Mine,” he growled, heated stare capturing hers, holding it as he started to move.

“Yours,” she replied, nodding even as she welcomed him with a desperate whimper.

Fuck. She was new to this. He had to remember that. It was easy once his animal understood, and he coveted her so. Beautiful, brave, strong woman. Slick, sexy, wet heat surrounded him, and Weylin lost himself in loving her.

My woman.My mate. My everything.

Rearing up on his knees. He pulled her body with him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Weylin crashed his mouth to hers, lifting her up and down on his cock until she was gasping with another, stronger climax.

“Weylin!” She gasped, eyes wide with shock and awe as he took her even higher.

Now! The time was now. His beast demanded it. He had to claim his fated mate right then and there. She wanted commitment, well what he was giving her was more than even she might have bargained for.

“Gwendolyn, I claim you here now, mine, mate,” he growled, his body moving urgently now.

“Yes. Oh, yes!”

And that was all the permission he needed. Weylin slammed Gwen down on his cock, lifted her hair off her shoulder, and sunk his teeth into her flesh, marking her with his bite and claiming her as his own for now and all time.

“Mine!” he roared as seed spurted from his cock, coating her walls, and filling her with his scent.

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Weylin cradled Gwen in his arms, cuddling her closely as they both tried to catch their breaths. Thirty years she’d held onto her virginity, only to give it away to a,well, make that to her,Wolf man.

Did she have any regrets? None. Weylin was everything she could have ever wanted in a lover and more. So much more.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his growly voice kindling something in her belly.

She turned to face him, loving the way he could not seem to stop touching her. He was really so handsome, she mused, tracing a line from his thick, silky red locks, down to his copper eyebrows and lashes, past his straight nose, and stubborn chin. Smiling, she leaned into him, kissing his lips, loving the way he seemed so ready with a kiss just for her.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, and for a moment, she wondered what he meant.

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