“I promise,” she says.
“Fuck, I love hearing you say that,” I hiss against her lips as I draw out and surge in again. I continue snapping my hips, thrusting hard and deep, grunting with each movement. My lips lick at hers before crashing down on them while my hips buck forward. Then, I thrust in hard. I’m rutting into her now, my movements unbridled as I take hold of her face on each side, careful not to grip too hard. I’m hitting deep, feeling the back of her, and the repeated stimulation has me dizzy as I continue to barrel into her over and over.
Her cries get louder and more frequent, and a higher level of intensity is unlocked when my thrusts become more erratic. “I’m going to come, Molly,” I warn with a rasp. “Tell me you’re close.”
“I’m right there, Wolf,” Her voice is strained, as bright lights cloud my vision.
My cock slams into her, placing us right on the edge before I slam in again, sending us over.
Ramming through my release, I roar into the pillow next to Molly’s head. My climax hits powerfully, and Molly’s cry borders on a scream as her nails rake deliciously down my back. Her walls stroke and squeeze my release inside of her. My body jerks and shakes on top of hers, and my mind has found some kind of plane of elation that it never wants to leave. But in mere moments, I experience something even better.
As the last echoes of my explosive orgasm fade out, all I can hear is Molly’s labored breath in my ear, relaxing and slowingwith each pass. The world around me goes from beautifully loud and euphoric to sated and peaceful in a matter of heartbeats. I don’t think I could spend hours in the forest or sitting by the night fire and achieve this kind of utopia.
I carefully collapse on top of Molly. Hawk and some other cocky dipshits have boasted about nailing and bailing, but that’s unfathomable. If Molly’s body were to leave mine in this moment, I’d fall apart, and not in the amazing way I just did. I turn my face into her neck, breathing in her warm, flowery scent accentuated by the pheromones and sweat. I savor the beautiful quiet, the easy intimacy where we still seem to exchange so much.
Molly finally breaks the silence with a soft giggle that might as well be windchimes in the distance. “Wolf… You’re squashing me.”
“Sorry!” I lift up slightly, but she pulls me back down.
“No,” she protests weakly and takes another moment, like she’s trying to figure out the right words. “You’re squeezing the breath out of me, but it’s kind of nice…like you’re keeping me from falling apart by holding me together.”
“Let me see what that’s like.” I roll back, pulling her with me to see what she means and holy fuck…
Moments ago and the moments before them… I was wrong. Molly’s naked body splayed out across mine, the subtle weight of her on top of me, grounding me. Pressed together, our hearts beating wildly toward each other while willing each other to sync into a calm and harmonious rhythm. It’s an unparallelled peace.
This—she—is my new safe space, and I wrap my arms around her tightly as if she might drift away.
25
MOLLY
Iwake up with a body sore in ways I never thought possible. My sex is tender but in a way that makes it feel like it was worshipped. Last night was beautiful and exciting. It was a euphoric thrill ride even through the painful parts. Seeing Wolf stripped down in a variety of ways was blissful. Being vulnerable to him and trusting him with my body was soul-stirring. Even the burn and the sting was beautifully passionate because of the way he took care of me every second. But the best part was seeing him come apart for me. He was just as unguarded, and seeing him lose control, hearing his moans as he surrendered to the pleasure… It was like having the lights turned on over a part of the world I didn’t realize was sitting in the dark. It was surreal and exhilarating in a way that already has me craving more.
When my eyes open, daylight is just breaking and casting the room in a faint blue light that comes with the sun trying to peek over the mountains. It glows off Wolf’s bare chest, against which my cheek rests. His arms are still folded heavily across my back.
Oh my God, we actually spent all night like this.
A dense aura of contentment and security settles over me at the knowledge that Wolf slept all night holding me. It’s like we’ve crossed that threshold we’ve been cautiously hovering just outside of this whole time into the world of being genuinely man and wife.
Raising my head, I carefully look up; he’s still asleep. And the only thing I can think about is making him feel more of what we shared last night. To make him feel amazing all over again.
Placing the lightest of kisses to his throat, I feel his cock twitch against my thigh. A soft mist of elation floats over me as I feel his reaction to my touch, and I immediately want to do more, to make him feel more. Lowering my head, I place another kiss farther south on his neck, and I’m rewarded with a groan from deep down in his unconsciousness. I close my eyes and breathe him in and dip my head, kissing his chest, when the familiar beeping of his alarm goes off beside the bed. Time’s up.
Wolf breathes in with a deep rumble, rubbing his eyes with one hand while absently reaching over with the other to shut off the noise. “Hey,” he finally says, his eyes still screwed closed as he seems to war with his brain to wake up.
“Hey,” I respond in a sweet whisper and try to smile at him as he shifts beneath me.
“Fuck, I have to get to work.” He groans, his voice gravelly as he brings his hands up to cradle my face. He places one of his signature kisses—soft but full, brief but lingering—on my lips before shifting me off him and pulling the covers back.
All of a sudden, I feel exposed and vulnerable in a less enjoyable way and pull the covers around me. “Wolf.” I don’t remember deciding to speak. My urge to stop him from heading to the bathroom seems to come as natural as my next breath.
And he does stop, turning to look at me with his half-hard cock jutting right out at me. “What’s up?” he asks, his voice tender underneath the gravel.
What’s up, indeed. I’m now distracted by his cock, which stares at me, and it’s my own fault, of course. I don’t know what to say—the words aren’t going to find their way to me aroundthatdistraction. “What?” he asks again.
Now I’m fighting a laugh that’s brewing in my chest. “Can you um…” I look off to the side, pressing my lips together as hard as I can so the laugh doesn’t escape. I’m pretty sure I heard somewhere guys don’t like when you laugh at their equipment. I blink at him and then away, hoping he gets what I’m asking.
He sighs loudly and follows that by taking a seat beside me on the bed and covering himself with the duvet. “Moll?” he prompts.
