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Wolf’s hands went to her waist and he lifted and maneuvered her so he could easily enter her. His hands went to her breasts as she rode him and she loved the feel of his strong hands squeezing her breasts and the way his thumbs played across her nipples. Her head fell back as pleasurable moans spilled from her lips.

He would never get enough of this woman—he loved—who stirred him to life with one look, one touch. He couldn’t keep his hands off her and he loved that she welcomed his every touch. He slipped his hands down along to rest at her slim waist. He could let her remain riding him, but the ache to take command was too strong. His hands tightened at her waist and with one swift flip he had her on her back, barely disturbing his shaft inside her.

It wasn’t long after their movements turned demanding that he knew neither of them would last. He leaned down and swiped her lips with a rough kiss. “Together, wife.”

“Aye, husband,” she confirmed and gripped his upper arms, meeting his every pounding demand.

Raven cried out at the exact moment her husband let loose with a roar, and it was several minutes before their senses calmed and Wolf collapsed on top of her and rolled onto his back, taking her with him to rest on top of him. He kept his arms locked around her as their hearts pounded and their breaths labored.

“That was magnificent,” she said after a few moments.”

“Thank you,” Wolf said and chuckled when she poked him in the side with her elbow.

“Need I remind you that you were not in it alone,” she scolded teasingly.

His hands cupped her face and he kissed her. “You’re always magnificent, wife, and even more so since you finally admit you love me.”

She laughed and he captured her mouth in another quick kiss before she could argue with him. Then his arm went around her as he eased them both to their side and quickly reached down to untangle the blankets and pull them up over them.

“I’ll let you have that one,” she said, snuggling against him once he settled beside her and she yawned as she slipped her leg between his two. “I’m too tired to point out you told me you loved me first.”

He laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of her head and he wasn’t surprised when only a few moments later she was sound asleep. He soon followed into a peaceful and much satisfied slumber.

Wolf didn’t know what woke him, though it could have been the crackle and pop from the fire in the hearth until he realized what it was… his wife wasn’t beside him. He turned on his side ready to jump out of bed when he saw her. She paced before the hearth in her shirt. Her dark hair was half pinned to her head and the other half fell haphazardly around her face and neck. She looked deep in thought and that proved true when she didn’t even notice when he got out of bed and approached her.

“Raven,” he said softly to catch her attention, afraid he’d alarm her if he touched her, she appeared so deep in thought. When she didn’t respond, his tone turned demanding. “Raven!”

She jumped and stared at him, shaking her head. “I’m missing something, something I saw and yet didn’t quite understand. It’s there right in front of me, but I can’t see it.”

His arm found its way around her and he eased her against him. “Leave it be and it will come to you.”

She shook her head again. “It’s important. It will make things clear.”

“The more you fight it, the more it will elude you.” He walked her to the bed.

“It’s not just one thing. I know it’s not. There are pieces and if I can put them together, I will know what I’m seeing,” she insisted and raised her arms as he slipped her shirt off.

“Sleep and perhaps a dream will show you the way,” he suggested and turned back the blanket for her to slip under.

“True—a dream—a dream just might show me the way.” She eagerly snuggled under the blanket, returning to his arms once he joined her.

Wolf ignored the arousal that stirred his shaft. His wife was too anxious with what she had on her mind and he’d not bother her with his sudden need when she needed the benefit sleep would bring her. He settled around her, hoping sleep would claim him quickly.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before she turned restless, tossing and turning.

He kept his eyes closed, lying still, hoping his calm might settle her, until he felt a tap to his cheek and he opened his eyes to see her face planted close to his.

“I need to sleep and dream,” she said as if he had the answer to her problem. “A fast one, then you can go back to sleep.”


Tags: Donna Fletcher Highland Promise Trilogy Romance