And it was even less of a surprise when I allowed it.
His lips were tender and strong, pressing against my own. My lips parted for his, and his hands ran down my back. Goose bumps erupted under his touch. He grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it up and over my head, and my hair flopped out as the cool air of the room went against my flesh.
I should have stopped him. My rational, logical brain reminded me that I was his prisoner, that he could turn into a wolf, that I’d told him I wanted to go home and he’d said no….
But he was hot. Hard. Sexy.
And he looked at me as if I were his goddess. His goddess, no one else’s. He made me feel beautiful and loved without even touching me.
“Let me take care of you, Daphne. Let me see you. All of you.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
He moved swiftly, rolling my pants right off me, tickling my thighs and calves with such a light touch.
I lay back on the bed, and he gazed upon my now almost naked form. I heard him growl with need.
“Fate has chosen well for me. I better not let it down.”
Killian ran his hand down my leg, every little gesture of his building the fire inside me hotter and more intense than I ever thought possible. He zeroed in on my most sensitive spots, and even with the cotton between us, his fingers tickled me in just the right way, each little rub sending lightning bolts of delight every which way through my body. I gasped loudly, and he growled, grabbing hold of my panties and pulling them down my legs. I closed them enough to assist him, not wanting anything to get in the way of his worship of me.
“Are you coming around to me yet?” He ran his fingers along my thighs ever so lightly, leaving a trail of sparking pleasure behind.
“Don’t ruin the moment, Killian. Don’t…don’t stop!”
“My pleasure. And yours, of course.”
My heart was racing as I looked at him, pulling his shirt off and revealing his broad chest and hard, flat stomach. Sure, I had seen him naked already, but this time it truly was for me.
Then he returned his attention to me. Another stroke of my clit and I shot up, my back arching.
“How weak you are from my touch, and you would deny that you’re meant for me?”
I didn’t have the willpower to argue. “Killian. Take me.”
Pushing myself up, I unhooked my bra and let it fall free. My eyes drifted down to the jeans he was wearing. The outline of his thick cock showed through his jeans. My hands moving of their own accord, I reached for his button, and pulled the zipper down. He grabbed his jeans and slid them down.
The jeans dropped, and we were both as naked as nature intended us to be. He looked down at me, stroking his cock with one hand.
“Show me you want me,” he growled.
My thighs parted. “You…you know what I want.”
“Tell me. Use your words, Daphne.”
Another audible swallow. “Fuck me,” I said softly and quickly.
“How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Hard. I want your cock inside me,” I continued, the words flowing right from my libido and out of my mouth with no filter. “I want you to pin me down and take me. I want you to do anything you want to me. And I don’t want you to be gentle.”
Who just said that? Was it me, people-pleaser Daphne?
“If my mate asks for it? I’ll always deliver it.”
He was fast, frighteningly so. Killian was on top of me, pressing me against the bed. His hands ran up my legs and thighs and filled me with anticipation, his cock rubbing against my abdomen and inching down my body. Feeling every bit of that length tickle my clit as he prepared to finally give it to me was driving me crazy, and I thought it would be forever before he finally got to the point.
But when he did?
