It was the most perfect torture I could ever ask for.
My more primal side was obsessed with it, wanted to drive into her with all that I had, watch her pretty pussy take the entirety of me as it stretched to its limits. Wanting to see her jiggle with the drive of my hips. But as much as I was an animal, I was a protector first and foremost, and I had to make sure her body was ready for all of that. Whether that took an hour or years.
Years.
Although I was so locked into the moment, my mind leapt far into the future for a split second, picturing different intimate scenes throughout the years, both our bodies aging—hers morerapidly than mine. Imagining her hair graying. Those wrinkles barely visible at her eyes and her laugh lines growing deeper with the passage of time.
And it was beautiful.
It was the first time I’d let myself see beyond a week or two into the future with us, and it was like a promised land I didn’t think was possible. A future full of pleasure and all sorts of experiences. Losses. Triumphs. Laughter. Disagreements. Good food. Not so good food. All of it. An entire life experienced in a microcosm of a second.
And it made me want her even more.
“More,” Giselle moaned through kiss-swollen lips. “I can take more.”
There was that flicker of concern that she couldn’t, that I was too big, too strong. A beast devouring a beauty. But I remembered that first night when she’d told me she knew her own limits. If she could trust me, then I could trust her.
I gripped her hips again, loving the juxtaposition between my bronzed skin and her near-translucent pallor. She looked so incredibly fragile underneath the span of my fingers, but I knew she was anything but. She was a warrior. A teacher. Aleader.
Mate! Mate! Mate! Mate!my inner wolf chanted in agreement. While I wasn’t quite there yet, it would be foolish to deny that we were beyond casual dating. I’d made my choice and I was no longer letting my fear and guilt deny me a future.
Yes, it terrified me down to my core, but some things were worth being terrified for. Like Giselle. Giselle would always and forever be worth it.
And so was I.
After so long thinking I didn’t even deserve to live, she made me realize I did. That I could love and respect my wife and all the lives lost, but still experience happiness. As impossible as it seemed, we were taking that leap of faith together.
But as long as we were connected, moving as one, breathing as one, I knew it would be all right.
“Ben,” she rasped, her fingers raking down my bare chest, and it was like lightning shot down my spine. But instead of immolating me from the inside out, it set me on fire in a much more pleasurable way, and I felt my cock throb.
“I’m close,” I rasped, the words barely getting out past my teeth. I hadn’t realized how much they’d grown, the sharp points of my upper and lower canines beginning to cut into my lips. A glance down told me my claws were growing as well, even darker against her alabaster, silken skin.
“I need more,” Giselle answered, andfuck, she sounded so debauched. The idea that I was the one doing that to her made my body react again, and it took everything in me not to blow. “I’m not there.”
“That’s okay.” I bent down, kissing once, twice. Our breathing quickened, making it sloppy, but I didn’t care. “Don’t worry about it. Relax, and it’ll come, I promise. I’ll make you feel good.”
Was it verbose or particular elegant prose? No, but a promise was a promise. So, I kissed her until she was well and truly breathless before my hand slid between us, my fingers finding their way to that slick, swollen clit of hers. I’d already learned so much from the first time I’d made her come, and I’d applied it, circling that sensitive bundle of nerves with increasing pressure, listening to each hitch in her breath until finally I felt her clamp down on my cock the same way she’d done to my fingers.
“Ben!” she practically shrieked, digging her nails into my shoulders. Those pinpricks of bliss heightened everything else. Feeling her orgasm around me was the permission I needed, and I allowed myself to finally let go.
“Giselle!” I roared, pulling her off the mattress and embracing her, careful not to crush her as I held as tightly as Icould. My hips pulsed as I spilled into her, my mind whiting out under the rush. There were no thoughts, just the experience of perfection.
I had no idea how long we stayed like that, clutching each other, our heart rates slowly coming down. Eventually, Giselle started to shiver, so I lowered her down to the mattress and collapsed beside her.
The kiss I pressed to her lips this time was tender, and there was so much I wanted to say, but it felt wrong to interrupt the peaceful quiet between us.
Instead, I pulled Giselle against my chest, then drew my comforter over us. We lay like that for quite a while, kissing softly as drowsiness swept over the both of us.
“Thank you,” Giselle murmured, her eyelids fluttering closed.
“Thankyou,” I said, then gave her one more kiss. Okay, maybe two.
There was a lot we would have to face in the morning, but right now, I wanted to spend every second I could in the haven we’d made together.
Tomorrow could wait.
TWENTY-TWO
