“It was my fear,” she admitted, and looked down at his hand, where she had burned him a few days earlier. “I was so afraid of hurting you, that my intentions were always... a mess. All of my thoughts and emotions surrounding you. I was just so scared that I ended up doing the very thing I was afraid of.”
Henrik shook his head a little as he looked down at his own hand, where the skin was healed. No burns or scars remained.
“There’s something else,” she added on, wanting to make sure he knew everything before she proceeded. “We’re not the first wolf and witch pairing. Every time it has happened before, though, the witch is always stronger in fire, and the wolf is always stronger in power. I don’t know which one influences the other more, but—”
“Don’t think it really matters which one influences which. All that matters is that I love you, Little Witch, and I’ve been dreamin’ of doin’ this a long time.”
She didn’t dare to ask whatthiswas, because Henrik closed the distance between them and grabbed her by her hips, lifting her up so she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist. There was no hesitation in his movements, a sure sign of the trust he had in her. After so long, they could finally be together, and nothing was going to slow him down.
Henrik’s lips pressed against hers in a solid kiss, their first real kiss. Violet moaned as his tongue licked against the seam, amazed at how amazing it felt, how amazing he felt. He was hard between her thighs, a feeling she had felt before, but to know this was happening, that they were finally going to be able to move forward, was unreal.
Her fingers curled into his short hair, tugging on the strands as he deepened the kiss, wasting no time at all. She wanted him on the floor of the cave, wanted him to do everything they had ever imagined. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her, to feel him press her into the ground.
Henrik’s lips moved to her jaw, to her throat, then up to her ear. He sucked on the lobe, teasing her, and she nearly came in her underwear at just that sensation, at the feeling of his mouth somewhere so sensitive.
“Tits. Let me see your tits,” Henrik growled, pulling back a little.
Oh spirits, he was finally going to touch her breasts, which was...amazing. Probably her top fantasy. Even more than the idea of him fucking her. Because sex, she could sort of pretend with toys... but her breasts? Her sensitive breasts?
Violet giggled a little as she pulled apart her coat and let it drop to the ground. Her shirt tangled on her arms a little as she pulled it over her head, but that didn’t matter, because Henrik then had her pushed against a wall so he could remove a hand from her butt, and tugged down the front of her bra.
Her breasts were full and heavy, practically spilling down her chest without her bra to hold them up. She hadn’t had much in their youth, her body slow to develop, so this was a definite change since the last time they could really touch. She loved her breasts, loved how they swayed in just lingerie, how they overflowed from her hands when she cupped them.
She knew Henrik would love them too. Knew they were the stars of more than a few fantasies.
“Fuck, we can’t do this in a cave,” Henrik muttered as he focused entirely on her breasts, and on her puckering nipples. They were cold in the air, without anything to protect them. “But we gotta do somethin’ or I’m gonna rut a fuckin’ tree.”
“What do you mean we can’t do this here?” Violet asked, laughing softly. “Of course we can do this here.”
“No we cannot,” Henrik growled, his eyes flaring yellow. “Because when I finally have you under me, I’m not lettin’ you out for days. We need supplies. Water. Food. A bed. I’m gonna bend you every direction. And, you’re close to ovulatin’. Real fuckin’ close.”
She was definitely close... and that conversation they needed to have...
“You’re gonna ride my hand while I fuck yours,” Henrik demanded, both of his hands returning to her waist before he lifted her up off of him and then set her back down on the ground. “Right up against here. Enough to take off the edge. Then I’m gonna shift back and stay in wolf form until mornin’, when I’m gonna wake you bright and early. You better be ready to run back, Little Witch.”
“I don’t run for anything,” Violet teased him, and smirked as his eyes glowed again. “But maybe I can try this time.”
“Good,” he growled, and moved in closer to her, crowding her into the wall. “Unbutton your pants before I rip them to shreds.”
Chapter 27
Violetheldherbreathas Henrik’s fingers brushed against her core, so close she could almost feel him pushing inside of her. It was amazing, to feel someone else, to feel a real person, actually touching her. She had read about people who reached their thirties without having sex struggling their first time, because of fear and embarrassment, but she felt nothing but longing.
Maybe it was the fact that her fantasies had never been filled with anyone other than him, or the fact that she had always known he would be her first and only, but she felt only comfortable with her pants pushed down to her ankles and her breasts hanging over the edge of her bra. She had pulled her coat back on, to keep her bare skin from being roughed up on the rocks, and to keep her warm, so none of this was as she imagined, and yet, it was perfect.
She was with Henrik, the man who she had always loved, the wolf who was the other half of herself. Everything else was just a small detail.
“Never imagined it would smell this sweet,” Henrik growled, his nose pressed against her throat as he continued touching her. He was almost, almost, spreading her folds. Should she talk him through it? Tell him what she liked?
“My throat, or my cunt?” she asked, teasing him a little as she tried to stay very still.
“Your pleasure. Your hormones. I can smell how badly you want me. Want this.”
Was he going to torture her to death? If so, he was off to a good start.
“Please, please just touch me,” she whimpered. “I’ll do anything if you just touch me.”
“Like this?” he teased, his teeth scraping her throat as he spoke. Two fingers slid between her folds, stroking down and then back, and then pressing against her swollen bud. Her hips jerked at the sudden pressure, and he chuckled into her throat. “I think I know what that is.”