I kiss him again, feeling heat rising in me as I grip his shoulders and kiss him even more deeply. Rhys’s hands go around my waist, and I straddle him with my knees, pinning him against the ground as I writhe on top of him.
Rhys groans as he reaches down to grip my ass, thrusting upwards with his hips. I feel the pressure of his cock rubbing against me through the zipper of his pants, and pleasure spikes through me, a hot bolt of sensation from my clit that makes my pussy ache and throb.
Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I grind downwards with my hips, crying out as I feel the pressure on my clit again. Rhys reaches up, brushing my lips with his, and I plungemy head down, locking our lips together and searching for his tongue with mine.
I ride out the waves of pleasure, clinging to him with my hands and knees as I ride him, teasing myself with the pressure. Rhys’s hands start to roam all over my body, and I break off the kiss so I can gasp and moan, resting my face on his chest.
A ripple of pleasure shivers across my skin, like shocks spreading from my clit all the way to my fingertips. Rhys strokes my back gently, nuzzling my neck as sensations shudder through me, spreading to him.
Suddenly, he grabs my shoulders and flips us over, pinning me by my forearms and kissing me deeply, grinding against me. I try to moan, but he covers my mouth with his. I lean my head back, inviting him into me.
Rhys runs his hands down my arms to grab my wrists, and with one sharp movement, pins them to my sides. A low growl bursts out of his throat, making me jump, and when I look up, I see his eyes are fierce and glowing gold with the power of his wolf.
Keeping me pinned, he nuzzles into my neck, licking gently, then nibbling with his teeth. When he reaches my shoulder, he sinks his teeth in, and a scream pours out of my throat as I thrash under him.
“Sorry,” he mutters, his lips brushing my neck. “I didn’t break the skin.”
“It’s okay,” I gasp. “I’m fine.”
He looks up at my face, and the feral glow of his eyes sends a bolt of fear through me, but my nipples are so hard, they hurt. My clit is on fire, and the throbbing ache deep inside me is getting stronger by the second, wiping out all other sensations.
Rhys kisses me, incredibly softly and slowly, teasing the tip of his tongue on the edge of my lips until I open my mouth. My tongue meets his, and he relaxes his grip on my hands, gently kneading my mouth with his and teasing my tongue with flicks of his own.
My entire body is trembling with need, waves of arousal rippling across my body, sending small shocks through the hot zones and increasing sensation with every wave. I struggle underneath him, getting my legs around his hips and my hands around his lower back as I thrust against him wildly, trying to move under the solid weight of his body.
He laughs softly through the kiss, keeping up his agonizingly slow, soft pace until I’m whimpering, pummeling his shoulders with my hands as I thrash helplessly. I feel his hands run down my arms again, and he grabs my hips, suddenly breaking off the kiss to move down and yank the dress down to expose my breasts.
He grabs them with both hands, squeezing and kneading them, rubbing my nipples with his rough palms. I wrap my hands around the back of his head and arch my back, encouraging him as his mouth dives down and his lips seal around my nipple.
I cry out, bucking up and down as I cling to his head, but Rhys only teases me, running his lips softly across the stiff peak and gently caressing with the tip of his tongue. He licks a slow trail from one nipple to the other, giving it the same soft touches.
I’m muttering senselessly when he slides his tongue down, over the side of my breast towards my ribs, then opens his mouth wide and sinks his teeth into me. A soft groan quickly becomes a growl, and the edge of fear crackles through me again, only enhancing my pleasure.
With a short cry as if he can’t hold back anymore, he moves quickly to my thighs, shoving my dress up my thighs. I feel his fingers brush against my throbbing pussy as he grabs my underwear and rips them off with one sharp yank. Before I can react, he grabs my knees, bends down, and wraps his lips around my clit.
I scream for real now, in a way I never have before. Rhys licks firmly down through my slick folds to my aching slit, lapping deeply into me before trailing the tip of his tongue back up to my clit. He teases a little with his lips, then sucks hard on my clit again, alternating with pressure from the flat of his tongue.
I can hear myself moaning and trying to scream, but the only thing I can truly feel is the orgasm that explodes deep inside me, thundering through my clit and obliterating all thought and sense of self. There is only the waves of pleasure raging through me, crashing through every cell and leaving me a shivering wreck on the ground.
Before the spasms deep inside can subside, Rhys climbs back up my body, and I feel his cock pressed up against my pussy. A new wave of lust rises inside me, and I gasp with need as I reach down, trying to guide him inside. He laughs softly, kisses me gently, then reaches down and slides his cock into me.
He goes slowly, letting me feel every single inch of him sliding in. My deepest muscles grip him tightly, the spasms echoing through my core, pleasure running hot through my veins. Rhys holds my shoulders as he edges in, stopping when there is no room left inside me and waiting for the inner spasms to subside.
I grab his upper arms, digging in my nails and rocking my hips as hard as I can. “Fuck me,” I beg. “Please fuck me!”
Rhys leans down, wrapping one hand around my head and the other around my waist. He holds me in his arms, slowly tightening his grip as he kisses me softly. When I’m writhing under him, he breaks off the kiss and buries his head in my shoulder, thrusting into me hard and deep. I scream again, wrapping myself around him and clinging on for dear life as he fucks me hard and fast.
Rhys’s hands and arms get tighter and tighter around me as his pace gets faster, and I’m thrashing under him as his cock slams into me, over and over again. As another orgasm takes me, I wrap myself around him, squeezing him tightly with every single inch of my body as another scream pours out of my throat. Through it all, I hear Rhys gasping next to my ear as his cock swells inside me to the point of pain, then finally blows deep, deep inside.
For a moment, I can’t move. My every limb is locked around him as my chest heaves, my ribs barely able to contain the pounding of my heart or harsh breaths. Rhys slowly relaxes, letting go of me and lying beside me, wrapping me in his arms.
Night has fully fallen, and the air seems damp and heavy with the promise of rain. I know we should go, but I’ve never been so comfortable in my entire life, and I don’t want to leave the safety of his arms.
“I think there’s a guard station nearby,” he whispers. “One of the old watch buildings from our early settler days. Would you like to go there and rest a while?”
“Yes,” I murmur, stroking his cheek. “I’d like that very much.”
To my surprise, Rhys picks me up and carries me, forging a path through the thick woods. It isn’t long before we come tothe little stone cottage, and I’m surprised to find it clean and tidy inside.
