“Am I?”
The words came from somewhere deep inside of Wolfe before his mind could process them.
“Aye,” he vowed.
“From this moment on. Aye.”
The smile that lit her face all but blinded him. He’d never seen a sight more beautiful.
She pulled him down to her for a kiss. She was getting very accomplished at kissing.
He let her do as she pleased, giving her all the time her body needed to adjust to him, if she ever did.
Damnation, he hoped she did. And soon.
Her body was an inferno. So tight, wet, hot. Pure silk. He needed to move. To pound. To conquer.
It took every ounce of will power and strength to hold back. Her scent and softness were driving him mad. He wanted to rut upon her like a beast. He’d been stone-hard for days.
All because of Rui.
Beautiful, courageous, amazing Rui.
Finally, her body began to relax and conform to his. He was certain she didn’t realize it, but her hips were starting to move, her legs shifting restlessly against him.
“I can feel your heart inside me,” she whispered in awe, clenching reflexively around him with her inner muscles, making him bite back a groan.
“I can feel it pulsing.”
He decided not to tell her it was likely his tortured cock she felt pulsing, not the organ in his chest.
She tested the feeling a bit by shifting beneath him, inadvertently rubbing her pearl against the hard root of him.
She gasped at the sensation, and he felt her channel flood with renewed passion.
He shifted as well, the smallest slide of his veined column and rub of his engorged crown within her.
She hissed and bit down on his shoulder, breaking the skin.
“That feels…that feels…”
He rocked his body into hers, not pulling even an inch out, simply moving them together, starting the subtlest friction, and making sure that he rubbed her nubbin with each undulation.
“Oh,” she exclaimed with wonder. “I like that. What—”
He kissed a tender path from her jaw to her neck, sucking on her heated skin as he rocked.
Her legs wound tighter around him, squeezing. Her arms held him close, hands clawing his hair and skin.
He moved to suckle her breast, tonguing her nipple, keeping a steady, deep, rocking rhythm, making sure his cockhead kissed her pleasure center deep inside as he ground his groin upon her pearl outside.
“Wolfe…” she breathed, her voice fraying, her nails scratching mindlessly.
“Wolfe…”
At the exact moment that he felt her body seize on the precipice of release, he bit gently down on her breast, distracting her just enough to free her mind from her body, letting it fly.
And so she did.