Page 13 of Break Me

The look in his eyes nearly broke me.

“But if it gets to be too much, you tell me. I'll stop. No questions asked.”

I wrapped my hand around his wrist. “I trust you, Wolf.”

A low sound rumbled from his chest, and he closed his eyes like my trust meant more to him than I understood.

When he finally moved, it was gentle, patient, and unbearably tender. It was the moment everything changed forever.

“I’ll take care of you,” he breathed, voice breaking as his lips brushed my cheek. “I swear.”

“I know.”

His thumb swept over my lower lip, slow and reverent, before he lowered his mouth to my shoulder, kissing a path down my skin like he was mapping a place he’d never expected to touch.

He drew back just enough to look at me. His eyes traced every inch of me like I was something holy. His hands were careful as he hooked his fingers into my waistband, pausing, waiting, giving me one last chance to change my mind.

I didn’t. I lifted my hips for him.

His breath hitched. Then, slowly, agonizingly, he slid my shorts and underwear down my legs, his hands warm against my skin. He didn’t rush. Not once. He treated me like I was something precious, breakable, irreplaceable.

When I was bare beneath him, he sucked in a sharp breath.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured as his thumbs brushed the curve of my breasts. “I’ll remember you like this for the rest of my damn life.”

Heat flooded through me as he kissed a slow path down my stomach, each touch sinking me deeper beneath him. His hands skimmed my waist, my hips.

His thumbs drew the softest circles on the inside of my thighs, so close to where I was aching that each breath he exhaled spilled warmth across my skin. I was shaking, but it was the good kind. The kind that came from being completely undone and utterly safe at the same time.

His hands kept moving, slow and sure, coaxing my legs open as if he were learning me by touch alone. The warmth of his palms against my thighs made my breath catch. The reverence in his touch made me feel cherished in a way I never had before.

He lowered himself carefully, settling between my legs. His shoulders nudged me wider, and I let him, not out of obligation, but out of complete trust.

The first brush of his mouth against my inner thigh stole my breath. More kisses followed. Each one closer, slower, more deliberate. The stubble on his jaw scraped my skin, making my hips twitch without permission. He made a low sound in his chest at the reaction.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice unsteady.

“Because of you.”

His hands slid up, one anchoring at my hip, the other flattening low on my stomach. And then his mouth dipped lower. The world narrowed to nothing more than us. The tenderness in every slow, careful stroke of his tongue against my most intimate parts.

I gasped his name, broken, soft, unguarded, and his answering sound vibrated through me, deep and low, like it unraveled something inside him too.

The same patience he'd shown with his hands carried through every touch—steady, attentive, and completely focused on me. When I arched into him, he didn’t hold me still. He guided me, letting me move with him, letting me take what I needed.

His hands slid higher, fingers trailing through my arousal. The touch made my breath catch, my thighs tightening around his shoulders.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and encouraging. “Just let yourself feel it.”

Before I could answer, he moved again, gentle, deliberate, opening my legs, giving me no doubt that he wanted all of me. His touch deepened as his finger eased inside me, slow and careful, giving me a chance to adjust.

His touch remained steady, patient, drawing the pleasure higher as he coaxed my body to show him what it needed. The combination of his mouth and the slow, deliberate movement of his hand pulled a small, helpless sound from my lips.

The pressure deepened when he added a second finger, while his mouth never wavered from its rhythm. My whole body felt weightless beneath him as sensation gathered and spread. His touch found exactly what it was looking for, and the pleasure hit so hard it left me struggling for breath, my thoughts dissolving beneath the overwhelming rush of it.

“Sam, I—” I started, unsure of how to express what I felt as waves of electricity coursed through me.

“I’ve got you.” His words brushed against my skin like a promise.