“You’re sensitive,” he murmurs, and his voice is full of satisfaction.
“I’ve never…” I start, and my throat tightens.
He stills immediately, palm flat on my thigh, not moving until I look at him again.
“Never what?” he asks, low and steady.
I’m embarrassed. I’m terrified he’ll see me as inexperienced and get bored, or worse, think I’m childish. But his eyes are patient, not mocking.
“Never been touched,” I whisper.
The hunger stays in his gaze, but something softer steps in front of it.
“Okay,” he says, like it’s a promise, not a problem. “Then we go slow.”
My chest aches.
Wolf kisses my forehead once, quick and possessive. Then his mouth finds mine again, slower. He’s not rushing. He’s teaching my body that it’s safe to want.
His hand moves higher, skimming the edge of my underwear.
I gasp.
He pauses. “Still okay?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”
That word does something to him. His jaw tightens. His eyes darken.
He presses his fingers into the waistband, teasing, then slides them under.
The touch is gentle at first, just the pad of his fingers against me, a slow stroke that makes my whole body seize and then melt.
A sound slips out of me, broken and needy.
Wolf groans, low and rough. His mouth drops to my throat, kissing there as if he needs somewhere to put the noise he can’t control.
His fingers move again, slow circles, steady pressure, and heat spirals upward so fast my head goes light.
I clutch his shoulders, nails digging into leather.
“Wolf,” I breathe.
He lifts his head. His eyes are feral. “Tell me what you need.”
My voice shakes. “More.”
He strokes again. “More what.”
My cheeks burn. “Harder.”
Wolf’s breath catches. He obeys, increasing the pressure just enough to make me gasp and arch into his hand. He watches me like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“You’re doing good,” he murmurs. “Stay with me.”
My hips move on their own, chasing his touch. I can’t stop it. I don’t want to.
He kisses me again with hunger, swallowing my shaky sounds. His hand keeps moving, steady and relentless, building the heat until my thighs tremble.
