Page 55 of Chased

Very slowly, he kissed the inside of her wrists, one after the other, his lips lingering on the most tender spot.

Shivers ran down her arms, and something twisted inside her chest. How could such a tiny thing make her feel so treasured?

His mouth moved to the side of her neck, his lips finding the sensitive place under her ear, his tongue exploring the hollow of her collarbone.

Suddenly there was no rush, no hurry, just this slow exploration, melting her like butter under the heat of his touch. She heard herself give a little whimper.

Sanchez liked that. She felt his lips curve in a tiny smile against her skin, and then they moved up kiss by kiss to claim her lips.

Slow deep kisses, on and on until her knees went weak and she felt like she was dissolving under his hands. Sanchez released his grip on her arms and pulled her against his chest, one hand tangling in her hair, deepening the kiss even more.

He growled softly, just a rumble in his chest, and something inside her, very softly, growled back.

The hot deep kisses seemed to go on forever, lighting her body on fire, making her want more. She could feel his shaft hard against her hip, showing her he wanted more too.

Madison ran her hands over his shoulders, his biceps, loving the taste of him, how their tongues tangled together. She sucked on his bottom lip, which made the growl even louder.

Sanchez rained kisses on her cheeks, on her closed eyes, and then moved down to her neck again. More aggressive this time, more tongue and tiny tiny love bites. His hand moved to the top of her towel and tweaked the tucked-in edge, letting it drop to the ground.

He sucked in his breath, looking at her breasts, and moved one palm over her nipple, barely grazing it. The already hard bud got even harder, as if begging for his touch.

He cupped her breast in his hand and dipped his head, licking the nipple slowly.

Heat pooled in her belly, spreading a flush all through her body. He gave a little growl and sucked hard on her nipple, swirling his tongue around it, and she gasped in pleasure.

His hand moved downward, found the curve of her hip, her naked thigh, his fingertips trailing over every contour, lighting them on fire.

They reached the apex of her thighs, and Madison held her breath, half-wanting, half embarrassed.

He raised his head and pressed his forehead against hers, gaze lowered, his fingers lazily circling, just barely not touching her most sensitive part.

“Okay?” he said. Madison flushed over her whole body, but she managed to nod.

Slowly, he slipped his fingers between her legs, and she let out an involuntary moan. She’d never felt so sensitive, so wanting, so that any tiny touch sent lightning bolts all through her.

Sanchez stroked her, dipping and circling until she was trembling, barely able to stand.

This was like nothing she’d ever imagined.

Just as her legs were about to collapse and she’d lost all rational thought, Sanchez moved his hands and lifted her up, carrying her into the bedroom.

He set her down so that she was kneeling on the bed, drunk with wanting. She could see his cock under his pants, so hard and swollen it looked like it would burst his fly open.

Without thinking, she reached out and unbuttoned his pants. Four buttons, no zipper. He was wearing nothing underneath, so bit by bit she exposed his shaft, him watching her avidly.

Finally, she could cup her hand around it. It was so hard, but the skin was impossibly soft. She stroked it.

He hissed in his breath, and she looked up to see his eyes flash pure gold. She stroked it again, and his eyes rolled up ecstatically.

Just from her touching him.

She pushed his pants down and his cock sprang free, huge and rigid and somehow beautiful. She ran her fingers up to the tip and back down, hearing him suck in his breath again, and then curled her hand around it again and stroked it tentatively.

He wrapped his hand around hers and began stroking harder, showing her how. She followed his lead and his wolf gave that little soft whine. He liked it. She loved making him feel the way he’d just made her feel.

He let her stroke him, his hands tightening on her shoulders, a deep growl growing in his chest. Then he gently stopped her and moved away to kick his pants off, before crawling up on the bed to kneel facing her.

His eyes were still gold, but his face was all human.