He stretched his muscled arms up and clasped his hands under his head. “Morton.”
My mouth dropped open. “Morton actually convinced you?”
“He made me realize that I’m doing a disservice to everyone by pushing them away. I thought I was punishing myself, but really, I’m punishing everyone else. My mother, my brothers, Jerome.” He shook his head. “I’m doing a disservice to Lor, to his memory. He would’vehated to see what I’ve become, and if he were here and saw you, saw what I was going to throw away, he’d kick my ass.” He stopped trailing his fingers down my back and reached up to brush a thumb over my cheek. “I meant what I said. You never had a problem with bravery. You lost everything, and you still put yourself out there.”
I laughed. “I didn’t. Not until you came and made my tower come crumbling down—literally. You made me feel brave. You made me feel alive,” I said. “For the first time in a long time. You made me feel things I didn’t think I’d ever feel again.”
I leaned down to kiss him, heat gathering between my legs as he tugged my body down, and I draped myself over him. I couldn’t believe my body was already craving him again. At this rate, I’d be barely able to walk tomorrow.
Our last kiss had been frenzied and rough, but this one was slow and languid, our lips tasting and gentle. I ran my hand down the side of his torso, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles, of the scars that riddled his sides—the ones I would ask him about eventually. But not right now, when I very much wanted his mouth focused on kissing me.
He reached down, pushing my dress off, and I kicked my legs, shimmying until the dress was on the floor along with my panties, and I was completely naked.
“Your turn,” I said between kisses as I reached for his trousers, unlaced, but tragically still on. Ever since I’d gotten that view of his cock at the pond, I’d wanted to see more, to fully take him in and take my time.
He chuckled, the sound deep and low, shooting straight to my core.
Wolfe wasn’t a man who laughed often, but every time he did, it was a special gift, something to capture and keep for a rainy day. He yanked his trousers down and kicked them off, his cock springing free. I shifted to move off him, and he caught my arm with his hand.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he rumbled, eyes black.
“To admire you,” I said, sitting up and looking at his massive body.
I reached out to trace my fingers over his key, the dark hair thickand curled on his chest, and I slowly trailed my fingers down, loving the way he shuddered as my hands moved.
“Good godwitches, woman. You’re going to be the death of me.”
“That would be a shame,” I said as my hand moved to the thick patch of hair starting at his stomach and trailing down to his cock. “You have such a lovely appendage.”
He choked, coughing. “Lovely? Did you just call my cock lovely?”
I pressed my lips together, trying to hold back my laughter at the look of indignation on his face. “Well, it is! So straight and thick.” I drew a finger down it, and he sucked in a sharp breath, letting out a quiet “fuck me.”
“That is the idea.” I leaned forward and licked the bead of moisture off his tip, his hands bunching the soft rug we lay on, then I closed my mouth over his thick length and sucked as he let out a shuddering breath.
“Oh, fuck, Niamh,” he said.
I loved knowing that I, alone, could make Wolfe come undone, that I could elicit this raw, passionate side of him that no one else got to see. I pitied everyone else, knowing they’d never get to witness this man in all his glory. This side was just for me.
“Stop,” he said like the word physically pained him.
I stopped sucking and lifted my head. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He laughed, looking up at the ceiling. “Absolutely nothing. And as much as I love that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock, right now, I want it buried inside of you.”
His words stirred the heat in my belly, and I lifted myself on top of him. “Later, then. I’ll get to taste you later.”
He swore again, and I laughed. I loved watching him squirm.
I straddled his waist, already so wet, so wanting again, practically salivating over what it would feel like when he was inside me.
His fingers dug into my hips, thumbs kneading my skin, heating me with his touch, and I wondered if his cock might actually be too big, too much for me.
He flipped me onto my back, and I opened my legs, letting himsettle between them, feeling his heavy length, all the weight of it, pressing into my core.
He stared into my eyes, his pupils blown, only a small ring of dark brown visible. Godwitches, I wanted this man. I was crazy to ever believe I could push away my feelings for him.
He reached down and grabbed one of my legs, bending it toward my chest, and the tip of his hard length pressed against my entrance. I rocked up my pelvis, and he pushed into me, both of us gasping at the same time. Pain mixed with pleasure in a way I’d never experienced before, his cock stretching me wide open, hitting spots I didn’t even know could be hit.
