“You.”
Chapter 37
“You terrify me, wife,” Trace said as he stood up and pulled her closer so that he could rest his forehead against hers.
“Me?” Samantha asked, watching as his green eyes slowly turned red.
“You make me want things that I can’t have,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her.
“What do you want?” she asked, gently caressing his jaw as she felt herself relax for the first time since he’d left her.
She’d missed him so much and she didn’t understand it, didn’t understand why she felt this way about him, why she couldn’t stop thinking about him, and why she wanted him so much that she thought that she would die if he didn’t-
“You,” Trace said softly as his hands moved down her back and over her bottom. “I want you.”
She should put a stop to this. Hell, she should have put a stop to this when he kissed her by the stream. She should definitely be afraid of him and be doing everything in her power to get away from him.
He felt so good, Samantha thought, as she threaded her fingers through his hair while she slowly moved her lips against his, enjoying the way that his grip tightened over her bottom, bringing her tightly against him so that she could feel the hard curve of his erection pressing against her. As they slowly deepened the kiss, she found herself doing something that she’d never been tempted to do before.
Letting go.
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He was never letting her go, Trace decided when she ripped a groan from him when her sweet scent teased him only to tear a growl from him when she stopped kissing him. Pressing her forehead against his, she looked into his eyes and left him completely fucking helpless to deny her anything.
Keeping her eyes locked with his, she reached for the buttons on his shirt as he stood there, watching her. God, she was so beautiful, Trace thought as he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, taking his time kissing her as she worked the buttons on his shirt free. As he kissed her, he placed his hands on her knees and slowly ran them over her legs, unable to believe just how soft her smooth legs were as he snaked his hands beneath her shirt. He used the move to push the soft material up as he ran his hands over her hips until he was running his hands over her back. As soon as she finished unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled back just long enough to pull her shirt off and tossed it aside.
Before her shirt had a chance to hit the floor, she was cupping the back of his neck with one hand and pulling him back down so that she could kiss him as he felt her other hand work his trousers open.
“Oh, god,” he groaned softly when he felt her small hand reach inside his trousers and cup him through his underwear.
It felt so good, Trace thought as he felt her small hand move over the length of his cock, tearing a moan from him when she gave the base a squeeze. He’d never felt anything better, he thought, only to groan when he felt her hand slide inside his underwear and wrap around him, pulling him free.
Groaning, he broke off the kiss and found himself watching as her small hand ran down his length even as she used her hold on him to bring him closer and he-
Found his head falling back on a groan when he felt the tip of his cock brush against her soft skin as she slowly stroked him. Everything went red when he felt her press a kiss against his chest as she stroked his cock so fucking slowly that he thought that he would lose his fucking mind and the only thing that he could do was groan.
Never thought it would be this good, Trace thought, licking his lips hungrily only to growl when the next stroke caused the sensitive tip of his cock to brush against the underside of her breast. Unable to help himself, he dropped his head forward again and found himself watching as she ran her small hand over him, every stroke of his cock causing the tip to brush against the large breast that had him licking his lips.
Leaning back in, he kissed her as he reached up and tore a moan from both of them as his hands found her breasts. They were firm and soft at the same time, he thought as he gave them a gentle squeeze that had his wife’s breath catching, so he did it again before running his hands over them. He slowly moved his hands over her large nipples, loving the way that they felt as they slid through his fingers only to tease his palms.
Pulling out of her grip, Trace leaned down as he cupped her breasts in his hands and took one large nipple between his lips. Running his tongue over his fangs, he forced them back so that he could gently suck on her nipple, teasing it with his tongue before releasing it so that he could take the other one in his mouth. She felt so good, Trace thought as he released her breast with one last kiss as he reached down and grabbed hold of the soft white panties that drove him crazy and tore them free from her body.
Once he had her naked, he stepped back and found himself hungrily licking his lips as he took in the wet, neatly trimmed curls between her legs. Wondering if she was as sweet as she smelled, he gently pushed her back until she was lying down on the table.
Ignoring the need to bury himself inside her, Trace leaned down and pressed a kiss against her soft stomach as he reached down and pushed her legs open wider. The soft moan that she released as she ran her fingers through his hair had him pressing another kiss against her soft skin as he slowly made his way down her stomach. Her scent had his cock hardening past the point of pain, but he forced himself to ignore it, something that he was used to doing.
“Trace,” his wife moaned as he pressed a kiss against her slit before he ran his tongue over her and nearly fucking came from the first taste.
So…fucking…sweet.
With the second swipe of his tongue, he was forced to grab hold of the table when his legs threatened to give out. A growl slowly worked its way up his throat when his tongue found
her core.
“Oh, god,” his wife whimpered as she shifted against his mouth, letting him know exactly what she wanted.
Praying for control that he wasn’t sure that he had, he ran his tongue over her core before he slid his tongue inside her and-