He’d discovered my little secret, my gift.
Kazimir lifted his head, his eyes imploring. “You’re a virgin.”
“Yes. Does that… matter?”
“You need to ask yourself that question, my little healer.”
“I’m not good enough for a man like you.” Just as I tried to roll over, he stopped me.
“Oh, sweet angel. You are breathtaking in every way. Of course you’re good enough. You are utter perfection. The first time should be… everything you want. Not this place. Not under duress.”
“This is what I want for my birthday. Please don’t stop. Please. Just fuck me. I don’t want it tender. I want it rough. I want to feel every inch of you.” When he hesitated again, I dared take achance at knowing why. “I’m on birth control and no, my father has no idea.”
Relief filled his eyes, yet the hard line of his features remained, dancing with the shadows.
There was a complete change in his demeanor, his eyes flashing almost as if angry, but I sensed he was giving in to the desire he’d tried to ignore. His jaw was clenched and the way he rolled the tips of his fingers down my chest to my pussy was entirely different than he’d done before.
He suddenly dropped his head, and I was returned to a feeling of sheer bliss. His mouth worked magic on me, his fingers used as a perfect accompaniment. As he slipped two then three fingers past the thin membrane, I jerked up, the slight hint of discomfort giving way to utter pleasure.
When I involuntarily tried to close my legs, he refused to allow it, his obviously possessive nature taking over. He kept me wide open for him, his actions rougher. I yanked his hair harder, my diligence providing me with several deep and husky growls.
My pussy continued throbbing, the electric sensations unlike anything my fingers had managed before. Panting, I bit back my cries, fearful we’d be heard.
Sparkling lights flashed in front of my eyes as the pleasure continued to build, pushing me until every inch of my body was shaking. He had his eyes closed, a peaceful look crossing his face.
While I had no true understanding of the joy he was providing, my instinct told me he was an expert.
Every lick was methodical, every thrust of his fingers following a perfect rhythm. While I wished we could stay like this for hours, my body had other thoughts. The edge that I’d felt earlier suddenly came crashing down. I was forced to slap my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.
The sheer ecstasy was completely unexpected and as a climax rolled in, tears slipped from my eyes while my soul was filled with the most intense joy I’d ever experienced.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” My pussy clenched and released dozens if not hundreds of times and he refused to stop, sucking on my clit then dragging his long, fabulous tongue down the length of my pussy.
It felt as if I was floating, spiraling above the atmosphere and looking down at the beautiful moment.
In those few seconds, I prayed that this connection we’d found even from the horrible situation would never be broken.
If only karma would bring us back together.
One day. One amazing day.
I was in sheer awe of him after he’d removed the remainder of his clothes. It wasn’t as if I’d never come across an image of a naked man before, but nothing compared to the gorgeous male specimen standing in front of me.
I moved to a sitting position, fighting with urges I’d never experienced to keep from giggling uncontrollably. In the warm glow from the candles, every inch of his skin captured a shimmer, the light sheen of sweat accentuating his carved muscles.
Kazimir reminded me of the marble statues in museums, perfect in every dimension. My breath hitched, heavy warmth continuing to pool between my legs. I rose onto my knees, completely at a loss for words. His shoulders were so broad, capable of filling a doorway, tapering to a narrow waist and an indentation like a V leading to his long, muscular legs.
In my eyes, the man was a force of nature, so powerful. So controlling. He stood briefly where he was, the flash of a smile a clear indication he could tell I was pleased.
Pleased? Since when had I turned into a subtle girl… woman. I was a woman now. The man was incredible in every way, capturing my breath as well as a portion of my heart. I was also a woman with needs, deserving anything I wanted.
That’s when I allowed my gaze to fall ever so slowly to the thick bulge between his legs. When I realized I’d gasped, I placed my fingers across my mouth. While a sense of heat drifted softly across my jaw, I felt no sense of embarrassment or guilt.
Why should I? We were both adults.
As he slowly dropped to his knees, I finally pulled my eyes from the prize, no longer able to breathe normally. He remained unmoving, yet the invitation was clear. I pressed my fingertips on his chest, tracing the incredible face of the wolf. “Why a wolf?” I followed the trail of my fingers with my eyes, mesmerizing by both the detail and the wild look in the predator’s eyes.
Somehow, the picture was a perfect match for Kazimir.
