I nod, breathing through the burn until it eases into something manageable.
“Okay,” I whisper.
Wolf pushes in again, impossibly slow, giving my body time to adjust. The sensation is overwhelming, but it’s mixed with something hot and deep that makes my toes curl.
My breath turns ragged.
He stops again, checking my face.
“I’m okay,” I whisper.
His jaw flexes like he’s holding back.
He eases deeper, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside me.
The fullness is almost dizzying.
Wolf exhales hard, eyes closed for one second like he’s fighting not to lose control.
Then he opens them and looks at me like I’m his whole world.
“Angel,” he murmurs, voice wrecked, “you feel like you were made for me.”
My cheeks burn, but the words send a shiver through me.
He doesn’t move right away. He stays still, letting me get used to him, kissing my mouth slowly, stroking my hair back from my face like he’s calming me.
“You’re doing good,” he whispers.
I cling to him, breathing.
Then my body softens around him, and the discomfort fades into heat.
I shift my hips, a small movement, and Wolf’s eyes flare.
“Yeah,” he growls. “There.”
He pulls back slightly, then pushes in again, slow and deep, and pleasure blooms, spreading through me like fire.
A moan slips out of me, surprised.
Wolf’s mouth crashes onto mine again, stealing it, and his rhythm builds gradually, always controlled, always checking, but getting rougher as the need takes him.
The couch creaks under us.
The fire crackles.
Wolf’s breath turns harsh.
“Mine,” he growls against my lips.
The possessiveness should scare me.
It makes me feel safe.
It makes me want more.
I wrap my legs tighter around him, pulling him closer, and Wolf groans like I just gave him permission to lose it.
