I groan, blown away by the swarming sensation and shaking with the restraint to not go full animal on her.
“Fuck me, Wolf.”She bands her arms and legs around my torso and holds on tight.“Give me the fighter, the ferocious survivor, the beast who clawed his way out of hell.”
That’s it.I drive into her in a hard, unpracticed thrust, and everything changes.
No pain.No shame.No fear.I’m unbound and far removed from Hoss as I crush her between the wall and my chest and let my instincts take control, plunging and pounding and claiming her onmyterms.
There’s nothing civilized in the way I fuck.No technique or skill.Just raw, primal movement.And she takes it.She moans and gasps and lets me in and in and in, deeper, rougher, opening for my feral tongue and savage hammering.
I’ve felt pain, cold, terror, but nothing like this.Nothing even close to this intensity.It stimulates every nerve and invades every inch of skin, this beautiful, wild joining.
With our lips wed, our tongues entwined, and her pussy gripping me tighter than a fist, this is the most connected I’ve ever felt to anything or anyone.We’re one body, one heartbeat, sharing a violent, otherworldly closeness that knits all the frayed, misshapen scraps of my soul to hers, making me whole.
All along, this is what I needed.She’s the missing piece.
She threads her fingers through my hair and guides my face to her chest, holding me there, loving me with her body, and easing the heavy pain I carry.Because that’s what I need.Even when I thought the heaviest ache I carried was my virginity, she knew.I just needed her.
Needing closer, deeper inside her, I peel her off the wall and lower her to the kitchen floor.
The new position gives me the leverage and gravity to melt into her, stretching and penetrating every secret part of her body.But the moment I have her on her back, it’s a fast, urgent climb.
I really hoped I could brag later about how I made love to her with languid thoroughness long into the night.But she feels too fucking good, and I’m not as amazing as I thought.
“Fuck, I can’t… I can’t.I’m—” My lungs lock up.My muscles strain.My molars crash together, and the pressure snaps as I roar, jerking, breaking open, and exploding in a fierce, uncontrollable, forceful spray inside her.
Like a geyser.
Yeah, it’s messy.The orgasm has me in a chokehold as I unload twenty-four years of come.I wonder if she feels the scalding blast.Imagining rivers of my seed shooting up and everywhere inside her fills me with the deepest pleasure.
I intend to keep her nice and full forever.
Caveman thoughts.Great.
Didn’t think I could sink to Kody’s grunting, knuckle-dragging level.But after what just happened with my woman, my mate, it’s like something primitive got its claws in me and shook every smart thought out of my skull.
And something else.
I touch my cheek and find wetness there.
Mortifying.
Still seated inside her, I stare down at my wayward princess and fight a vicious rush of emotion shaking through my bones and skin.
“I know.”She’s crying, too, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes.“I know.”
The tears hit harder, hers rising fast, mine right behind them, flaring in my chest and burning behind my nose.
This is the break that follows the fall.
My sweet, orphaned, lonely dove has been stowing away pain since her mother died, packing it tight inside herself.And now she’s releasing it with me, her dark, wild, lonely wolf who knows pain like a second skin.
I thumb small swirls through the damp tracks on her cheeks, and she mimics the movement on mine.I feel it in the mingling of our breaths, the intimacy of our eye contact, the swell of my cock inside her, and the answering squeeze of her inner muscles.
I feel the promise we make to each other.The unspoken words of love.The fight that we’ll fight to stay together.
That’s when the front door opens.
I whip my head around to find Leo strolling in with his phone in hand.
