If I stayed, if I chose this, then whatever came next would belong entirely to us—and that was exactly what I wanted. No more restraint. Not from me. I was done with that.
“I don’t want you to stop touching me.”
“Good, because I need to be inside you again.” His lips brushed the curve of my shoulder, lingering there.
Such a simple touch, yet my body reacted before thought could catch up and something warm and languid ignited low in my belly.
I turned to face him and we fell into a kiss.
He found my breasts again and ran his fingers over the peaks of my nipples.
Wolfe groaned, kneaded the flesh in his large palms. “I can’t get enough of you, Ziyka.” He muttered against my lips. “Every time I think I have enough, I want more. And I can’t stop.”
“I don’t want you to do that either.”
He smiled in between kisses, then guided me so I could lay flat on my back. Then he moved on top of me, his wings dissolving into smoke and shadows.
His fingers found my entrance and stroked gently over my clit. A hum of satisfaction rumbled in his chest as he plunged deeper. “So wet for me already, mage? It would be a crime if I didn’t taste you.”
Oh. Gods.
My head spun as he replaced his fingers with his tongue. He took one long draw on my clit and sucked hard. All the blood rushed through me and I arched off the mattress.
He caught my breasts in with his hands and continued his kneading while he ate me out.
Wolfe gave me exactly what I wanted, and the sounds of sweet delirium ripped from my throat as I came.
The sudden orgasm wracked my body with pleasure, cracking me wide open for him.
“Gods!” I cried as he lapped up the arousal flowing from me.
He surged up onto one hand on the bed, looming over me before he parted my legs and shoved his cock deep inside me, stretching me wider.
We groaned out loud together. I clawed my fingernails into his back, breaking skin. Pleasure hummed in every pore of mybody, building with each heartbeat until there was nothing but sensation.
“Oh fuck, Ziyka. You feel so good.”
“You too,” I stuttered.
He powered forward, slamming himself inside me. A cry tore from my throat. He didn’t hurt me. It was the pleasure. The wave of raw pleasure that crackled across my body, leaving my skin burning. It was so much, too much. Wolfe threw his head back and groaned, low and ragged. Then he fucked me, deep and hard.
I hooked my ankles behind his back and held onto his wide muscular shoulders, as if I were hanging on for dear life.
He drove into me over and over, claiming more of me. My breasts bounced against his chest and my entire body ached with the need for more. More of his touch. More ofhim.
My helpless cries mixed with the rough sounds of his chest-deep grunts and I climaxed again.
“Give me your eyes, Ziyka.”
I’d closed them. I opened my eyes for him and gazed up at him through the blissful haze.
Pushing deeper, he picked up the pace of his thrusting. “Fuuuuck!” He groaned, the vein at the side of his neck throbbing.
Blessed Mother, seeing him like this unraveled me. Not because of the pleasure alone, but because he looked at me like I was something worth losing himself for.
I wished I could keep the memory of this moment in my mind forever.
His cock jolted inside me, and my body answered. I screwed my eyes shut, bracing for the next wave of orgasm.
