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Now? I can’t wait to get on with it.
Neither can Wilde, who kicks the door closed behind us, and carries me over to the bed, dropping me down onto the mattress. There’s no hesitation, no wasting time. He’s stripping off his shirt in seconds before lowering himself and draping his body over me.
His touch is soft, given the intense feelings rushing through us as he slides his hand along my thigh, dipping between my legs. I grind against it, straining upward to meet his kiss. My fingers tangle in his hair for what feels like forever; it’s enough to lie here like this, touching each other, kissing, losing all sense of time and place in favor of connection. This is all there is, this right here, just the two of us. Coming together, not because it’s a game one of us wants to win. But because it’s how things were always meant to be. And there’s only so much fighting you can do against what’s meant to be.
I don’t need to ask him what I have to do. I know exactly what it will take. By the time he works his hands under my shirt to lift it over my head, I’m trembling with anticipation. Now that I know for sure what I want, it can’t happen fast enough.
At the same time, every delicious touch sends ripples of pleasure coursing through me, and I don’t want it to end. I nip at his bottom lip, playing with him, teasing him, and batting his hands away when it comes time to take off my jeans.
He laughs—briefly, but a genuine laugh, and it feels like my heart is exploding in the sweetest way. That single moment of playful lightheartedness.
It doesn’t last long, though, not that I would expect it to. He’s impatient, settling for yanking the jeans down and skipping the button altogether. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of my panties, taking them in one smooth pull before throwing them over his shoulder.
Then he buries his face between my breasts, and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him in place, sighing louder with every sweep of his tongue over my heated skin. I sink deeper, deeper into sheer sensation, and he comes with me, arms and legs tangling, and I fight to make contact with any part of him I can with my lips and tongue.
There’s so much I want to say, so much I don’t have the words for. I don’t need to. I’m saying it now, when I pull him in with my legs, dig my fingers into his shoulders and ass cheeks, and groan my need for him.
My hands shake as I fumble with his fly. He helps me, our eyes meet, and something passes between us. Something that makes my wolf growl with pleasure—and I’m sure I hear his, too, growling in response.
Instinct takes over again, and while he removes his pants, I roll over, flipping onto my stomach. “Like this,” I whisper, spreading my thighs and arching my back, so my ass is lifted. I present myself to him, all of me; I’m giving him all of me. Letting him know that I am his to take.
A growl stirs the air, lifting the hair on the back of my neck. He runs his hands down my spine, my sides, and over my ass. There’s no need to speak. No need for anything but the pressure of his cock head running through my wetness, up and down the length of my slit, before he slips inside me and drives himself deep, pushing me forward.
We move together without speaking, relying on that deeper connection. Every stroke unlocks pleasure more intense than before, every clenching of my muscles drawing him closer, deeper, and locking us together. He reaches out and closes his hands over mine, locking our fingers. His breath is hot on the back of my neck—when I turn my head, he’s right there, his face so close. Our tongues touch before our lips meet, and I moan into his mouth while he does the same into mine.
Nothing has ever been so right. Nothing has ever felt so true. I throw back my head, and he latches onto my neck, scraping my skin with his teeth, sucking on my flesh. “Yes.” It’s all I can whisper, the only thing that matters. Telling him I want this, this is right, this is real and true. Giving him my affirmation along with my body.
I feel it coming, and I work for it, moving with him, and meeting his thrusts. His tongue touches my earlobe before he growls. “Claim me.”
I growl my response an instant before I clench fully, squeezing him tight the second before my orgasm unfolds.
And as it does, my wolf has me lift my hand, still locked with his. I release it, take him by the wrist, and sink my teeth into his skin. He cries out only once before coming inside me.
