Page 58 of The Wolf's Kidnapped Mate

And somehow, that recovery came much easier now that I bore his mark. My urgency doubled as I wiggled my hips, as I arched my back, as I felt his fingers drift up and over my breast. I felt him shift his position—and then my head was resting on his shoulder as his hands worshiped my tan skin.

“Massage will help,” he claimed, but I knew he was just looking for excuses to touch me.

That worked fine. I wanted him to touch me. “Right, of course.”

“It stimulates blood flow…”

The roman numerals stood strikingly dark on his milky skin that bore an orange hue from the firelight. Such softness came from his strong fingers, caution despite the way he clutched my flesh. He gasped softly in my ear, a husky sound that relayed vulnerability. Watching him massage my body hadme hypnotized, my stomach flipping every time his hand drifted farther south.

Do it, I begged mentally.Touch me. Worship me. Take me like you did in the shed.

His left hand remained on my breast while his right discovered the edge of my hip bone, the skin leading toward the apex of my thighs, and then the shaved mound exploding with goosebumps at the slightest attention, athisattention. Flames crackled near us, close enough to heat us. They should have been comforting, but they were suffocating under the thick heat of his impromptu massage.

He didn’t touch my slit. Not yet. He kept teasing the very edge of it where my lips hid my clit. He brought me to life with the most ravishing attention, so light that it was practically torture. An ache grew in my core that shot through me every time he missed the mark, and then the process started up all over again.

My nipples hardened as I swelled with every breath, writhing against him as I tried to figure out what to do. Should I give in or give up? His hard cock twitched at my lower back.Well,I wasn’t going to let him suffer that for the duration of the night. And I certainly wouldn’t be made to suffer my own dreadful aching.

I watched his finger tease my slit, disappearing so quickly that I was surprised at how much of the digit surfaced when it did. So much arousal soaked him that his return was much faster, much stronger than his initial dive. He twirled his fingers around my left nipple, causing me to shudder through every breath.

Light, playful strokes continued as he bucked gently against my bottom. The motion charged my center and causedmy knees to part. Wide strokes erupted from his fingers, slicked with circular shapes that worshiped my swollen clit. Heat flocked to the point of our current collision, leaving the rest of me cold and wanting.

I thrust into his hand, mouth wide like my legs and struggling to guard my gasps. I reached back to grab hold of him, to keep him close to me.Goddess, this was turning me into a squirming mess, each stroke drawing stronger bucks from my hips. His cock teased the back of my thigh.

I raised my hips and brought his cock out to play, stroking him dangerously close to my slit. Through shaking strokes, he proceeded, lips placing gentle kisses at my ear, earlobe, and then my neck. And then, the very place that had been flickering in and out of my awareness all day received a firm kiss.

Feverish heat glowed in my core as I gripped his cock. His swirling strokes turned into rapid sweeps that urged my undoing. Everything he did felt far more intense than the first time, and I loved how much it made me feel alive. Each sore part of me eased. My soul felt like it wasn’t being crushed under the weight of running anymore. All his efforts ceased my worries, and the only thing that was left was to take him inside me.

I released his cock and lifted my hips. “Fred, please.”

A teasing chuckle vibrated my neck. “Please, what?”

“Please, fuck me again.”

“Again?” The rumbling growl that came next vibrated all the way down to my clit. “I thought you said we didn’t need to—”

I whined while grinding against his cock. Warmth blossomed at my center as he slid his cock through my wet folds. He cupped his shaft against my slit, groaning with me as hewatched how our bodies molded together. Slick, hot,wet. Every pump caused a shiver, a lustful sigh.

As mesmerized as I was by the sight, my urge to have him inside me was greater. I rested my hand over his hand while angling my entrance toward him on the next thrust—and he slid right in. Delightful hues of red splashed my vision, the fire seeming to twist and writhe in tune with our desire. Red faded to soft orange, illuminating the way his fingers slid right back into place.

Slippery circles coated my engorged bud, making my stomach flip as my hips followed his pace. Up and down, pause. Up and down,grind. Each new pattern drew unexpected sounds from me that were matched by his grunts. His breath coasted over my shoulder, drifted down my tits.

He cupped my left breast again while continuing to stroke me. “That’s it. Good girl.”

“Am Iyourgood girl?”

“Yes, you’re mine, Kylie. Don’t ever forget that.”

He licked the mark on my throat, sending an electric charge through every limb. I gasped as I trembled under his influence, feeling his hardness spread my legs with every thrust until they were as wide as they could possibly go. Heavy pumps blew apart my concentration, turning me into a wiggling mess.

He played with my nipples while decorating my neck with rugged, bruising kisses. Fervent gasps carried the promise of an eruption, one that I knew we both desperately craved. All day had been spent thinking about him, looking at him, checking out his chiseled form. A woman could only take so much.

His tantalizing touch grounded me. Magic sprouted between us, some kind of wondrous feeling that kept me lookingat our repetitive union. Just watching his rapid, hard thrusts had me hooked. My short gasps turned into long gusts, inspiring me to pop my hips back as far as my back would allow me to arch.

More. I just had to have more of him inside me. “Harder…please, Freddie. Harder.”

He grabbed my hips and smacked fiercely into me, the sound of it slapping off the walls of the cave. My piercing squeaks joined his rugged grunts until the sounds meshed as our bodies shimmied together. I clutched his shoulder while he pumped hard and then went frigid.

Waves of bliss burst in me. I humped after the feeling, grinding against his generous fingers as he stiffly repeated one thrust, and then one more. I felt him unleash his load while I struggled to stop myself from shaking. But his throbbing thickness just made me want to writhe again.

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