Wolfe put his forehead to hers with a groan.
“Rui…”
“Very well,” she huffed, making her body go lax beneath his, no longer fighting for dominance.
“You go first. Then it’s my turn. That’s only fair. I will hold you to your promise.”
She closed her eyes.
“You may proceed to swive me.”
An involuntary tremor of laughter shook his body. Wolfe just barely kept from voicing it.
This woman!
He’d never met her like. He knew he never would. There was only one Rui in all the realms.
And she was giving herself tohim.
That thought sobered him quickly. Humbled him.
No one in all his life had ever given him anything so precious. He’d fought and earned through hard labor, blood and sweat every coin, every scrap of clothing and food from an early age. After his mother…died, he’d been alone for many years before he met Tristan. He would have stayed alone if not for the boy’s persistence and stubbornness to follow him whenever he could.
Warlords paid for his monster-hunting services, both human and inhuman. He paid whores fortheirservices a few times. But more often, women came to him for the thrill of it. Nothing was ever freely given. He always paid more as part of any bargain.
And yet…in this moment…this incredible, frightening, momentous moment…
Rui was giving himherself.
Wolfe’s heart thudded heavily. He feared she would break it when this was over. He feared even more that he would let her.
She peeled one eye open just then and squinted at him.
“Aren’t you going to start? I am waiting for my turn. I’m not a pa—”
He silenced her with a devouring kiss, at the same time he pressed his weight down into her, making her immediately breathless.
As he leisurely undulated his tongue in her mouth, thrusting and retreating, lapping and tangling, he mimicked the motion with his lower body, rubbing his sex against her slick, hairless core, sliding unerringly against her pearl.
She moaned with abandon into his mouth, chasing his tongue, sucking on him, trying to bite when she got more desperate. Her hips moved as much as he allowed her. She tried to increase the friction and pressure of his groin against hers, tried to take him inside every time he shifted the head of his cock between her nether lips.
But with her wrists still held in one of his hands above her head, and the bulk of his much heavier frame, she couldn’t gain enough leverage to take what she wanted. She could only squirm and hiss and make all kinds of frustrated, impatient noises. She kicked her heels against his buttocks as one would kick a horse into a gallop.
What a demanding little thing, he thought as he stifled another laugh. Wolfe loved this about her.
He spread his thighs wider, which made her thighs spread as well as they bracketed his. He lay half on top, half between them, so that she couldn’t kick him again, while his cock gained complete, open access to the hot, weeping core of her.
“I planned to give you pleasure with my mouth first,” he whispered against her jaw, notching the plump head of his rod against her wet, wet entrance.
“Don’t want your mouth. Want your…your sword in my sheath,” she growled.
He shook with barely suppressed laughter again.
No woman of his acquaintance had ever refused the oral kind of pleasuring. Especially before they took his cock. His size intimidated most.
Rui likely refused because she didn’t know how it could be. It would be his pleasure and honor to teach her. But he had the sense that she refused mostly because she wanted to join with him in the most intimate way.
She wanted to be his woman.