Clothes.I’m still wearing clothes, which kind of sucks.
I push him away, breaking our hard kiss.
“Clothes,” I say, panting.“Too many clothes, Rogan.”
“I can take care of that, princess.”
My clothes vanish in what seems like an instant.What actually happens is that Rogan strips me, his hands and arms moving like lightning.How he gets the skinny jeans off so deftly is beyond me.They’re like a second skin.
But he does, and I’m nude, my nipples hard and my pussy wet.
Ready.Ready for whatever he wants.
Which better be what I want.
He stares at me, though.He stares when I want his hands and lips on my body—my ready and willing body.
“You’re fucking beautiful, princess.”
I sigh softly.
Good God!I just sighed like a schoolgirl in love.This is so not me.Hannah Bates doesn’t go all squishy when a guy says she’s beautiful.What the hell’s the matter with me?
“Fuck me, Rogan,” I say.“Just fuck me.”
His wolf eyes go rogue then.The starry-eyed guy who’s mesmerized by my looks is gone.
He may have the form of a magnificent human, but it’s the wolf in him that glares at me now.
I shudder at the hunger in his eyes, the hunger in his tongue trailing over his bottom lip.
The hunger that’s so apparent in everything about him.
“I’ll fuck you, princess.I’ll fuck you into next week.”
He grabs me, pulls me to him, and lifts me, setting me down onto his hard cock.
He tunnels through me as if he’s made of fire.I’m wet and ready, but it’s still a burn.A good burn.An amazing burn.
So much for foreplay.
But I don’t care.I’m complete in a way I never imagined.Mere minutes ago, I wasn’t sure I’d make it out of the demon’s lair alive.
Now?I want to live.I want to fuck.I want to be one with Rogan for as long as possible.
This, like everything else, will eventually end when I find what I’m looking for, but in this moment, I want to breathe in everything about Victor Rogan.
Everything about the man I—
“Ah!”The orgasm sneaks up on me quickly, and I quiver as he shoves his cock into me again, again, again…
Surely his arms will give out.
Surely he can’t hold me like this much longer.
But he thrusts.He thrusts and he thrusts and he thrusts as I climax around his cock, squeeze him, milk him.
“I could fuck you forever,” he rasps out.“Come again for me, princess.Come again.”