“Mine.” His breath was ragged.
“Yours.” She wasn’t going to deny it anymore, as gooseflesh raced across her skin.
He moved his hands to her hips, her wide hips that she hated, and she stiffened reflexively. He pressed his erection against her, and she softened inside. He found her body—allof her body— sexy, hot, desirable.
“Yours,” she yielded. She watched a slow smile spread across his face and squealed as he effortlessly lifted her up onto the surface of the kitchen island, scattering groceries and pie tins to the floor.Her sexy wolf.
She was on her back, her hair fanning out in rivers of scarlet. He lifted her feet, kissing the arches of each, before setting them onto the polished wood top on either side of him. She exhaled, the breath shaky with desire, as he bent his head between her legs.
She almost bolted upright as she felt his tongue sweep up her seam. She began writhing and moaning while he lapped at her with slow savory strokes and quick swirls as if she were the most delicious nectar he had ever tasted. If she thought having her pussy worshipped was incredible the night before, this went beyond anything she had ever imagined possible.
Could someone die from great sex? If yes, she was about to die happy right now.
He reached up and pinched her nipples, and she practically levitated off the counter. She was making gutteral sounds as he used his thumb to tease her clit. She wanted him in her, but the words were coming out as incoherent moans.
She felt herself pulled by the hips towards the edge of the countertop, and he lifted her while she wrapped her legs around his waist. He turned, carrying her as if she weighed nothing, and leaned her up against a wall, her thighs still straddling him.
She looked into his amber eyes, darkened with desire, and felt the thick head of his cock at her entrance.Finally.
“Ready for me, my sexy vixen?”Yes.Fuck, yes.
With one hand, he guided his massive cock into her. She hissed as its size filled her completely.So. Good.
His thumb returned to her clit as he began rolling his hips, pumping into her wet, slick heat. Her diamond hard nipples were probably etching her initials into his chest. She could never get enough of this. Of him. Of her fated mate.
She was so close as the strokes on her clit were intensifying, spiraling, joining the waves from each thrust of his cock to form a vortex of tightly-coiled, concentrated heat.
“Come for me,” he said. He slammed into her at the same time his thumb stroked her clit.
She came apart, screaming his name in an explosion of sensation and shards of light, convulsing around his cock. He groaned with the pulsations gripping him and couldn’t hold back any longer.
Crying out her name, he shot his seed deep into her. Their eyes met, an eternity passing between them, a shared fate. They were mates forever.
Sometime later, when the aftershocks had subsided, he gently lowered her back onto the counter in a seated position, still holding her close. Good, because her legs still felt like rubber, dangling off the sides.
“That was —” Words. She was still struggling with words.
He smiled and had the perfect solution, kissing her mouth deeply, his tongue taking ownership of hers.
She had one more orgasm before she finally got around to making her famous apple pie, and two more while they were in the oven baking.
