“There’s so much of you,” she whispered in awe, her eyes slowly wandering over him.
He wondered what she saw that was so fascinating. His body was hewn by battle, riddled with scars. It was dusted with dark hair, not overly furry like some men, but it was a stark contrast to Rui’s smooth, hairless, flawless skin.
He knew some women desired his body, particularly his rod, though they were equally intimidated by it. No one enjoyed looking at his face, ugly brute that he was. Why such an exquisite creature such as Rui would ever find him pleasing was beyond his ken.
She was so beautiful. The most beautiful woman in all the lands to Wolfe.
But pleased she was.
It was written plainly on her face. She looked upon him with covetousness and wonderment. Everywhere her gaze touched, he felt scalded by a delicious heat, making his shorthairs stand on end, making his skin tingle with awareness, his muscles heavy with need.
Particularlythatmuscle.
It throbbed and bobbed for her attention, bouncing against his drum-tight stomach, leaking at the crown.
She watched it wave at her in utter fascination.
“I’m a big man,” he pointed out the obvious.
Her eyes fixated on his vein-wrapped staff and the full weights below.
“Extremely big,” she agreed with a slow, visible swallow.
He could see her pulse fluttering wildly in her pale throat.
“But not too big for you,” he murmured, trying to reassure.
A feline smile slowly spread her lips.
“You’reperfectfor me, wolfie. Big enough to hurt some. Big enough to pleasure lots.”
He shuddered all over at her darkly uttered words. His body was more than ready to “pleasure” her “lots.”
She scooted closer and straddled his thighs. He was fully naked; she was still mostly clothed.
“Stay just like that,” she ordered, pushing him back to his elbows when he tried to lean in.
“My turn.”
Bloody hell, he wished she’d take her damned turn already!
She hummed a little in the back of her throat as she settled her weight on him more comfortably, as if she planned to sit there for the rest of the night.
All she did for endless moments was look at him. Sometimes, her fingertips would brush where her eyes roamed. Across his collarbone. Over his pecs. Down the deep groove that bisected them. Over the ridges of his belly. Dipping into his shallow navel.
Tracing the veins that streaked from his lower abdomen to his groin. Then wandering back up again to his navel. All the while ignoring his bobbing cock, which tried valiantly but in vain to gain her attention.
She touched and teased.
Perhaps she didn’t tease on purpose, merely exploring. But he felt goddamned teased. His entire upper body was on fire. He was so turned on his breath shortened to rough gusts.
Her meticulous study of him was killing him by incremental degrees. This was sheer torture!
And then, she traced one single forefinger from his navel, following the thin line of dark hairs from the small indentation down…
Until that curious finger scratched into the thatch at his groin, stopping at the root of him.
“A treasure tail,” she said breathlessly, her eyes bright and avaricious.