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Even though we didn’t have sex last night, he stripped me bare and ran his hands over every single inch until I was begging him to take me again.
He refused, instead saying that my little pussy needed time to heal. Then he kissed and licked me until I came with my hand pressed against my mouth so that my cousin would be none the wiser.
Afterward, I promptly passed out.
Who would have ever suspected that an orgasm could sap every ounce of energy?
So, yeah…pillowy, plump, and plush are all perfect descriptors of his lips.
My hungry gaze slides past his strong jaw and down the thick column of his neck with its colorful tattoos decorating his sun-kissed flesh. It’s tempting to reach out and stroke my fingers over every single one of them.
But I don’t.
It’s not often that I get the chance to study him while he’s unaware of my perusal. I’ve always felt like Wolf was watching.
Patiently waiting.
He has way more control than I’ve ever given him credit for.
What would it be like to unravel him in the same manner he does me?
It’s an interesting question.
My attention licks over every gorgeous inch as it continues its descent. I try to remain perfectly still, barely breathing, but my thorough inspection has need pooling like warmed honey between my thighs. And clenching them has done nothing to alleviate the dull ache that has throbbed to life like a steady drumbeat.
Above one chiseled pectoral is a little red heart. Unable to help myself, I strain closer for a better look and realize that my initials are inked there. It’s enough to bring a sting of tears to my eyes. Even when he assumed I was lost to him, he still branded my name on his skin. And he didn’t sleep with other girls because I’m the only one he dreamed about.
Wanted.
Needed.
How could I have been so blind for so long?
How could I let my parents lie to me for all these years without questioning it?
I should have realized that the bond Wolf and I shared—still share—was stronger than that.
Unbreakable.
It's only when his large hand drifts across my cheek that I realize he’s woken up.
“What’s wrong, angel? Why are you crying?” His voice is all growly, and it strums something deep inside me.
“I’m not.”
He captures one tear with the pad of his thumb before bringing it to his face and inspecting it. His tongue darts out to lick away the wetness.
“Tastes like tears to me.”
I release a steady puff of air into the atmosphere as I give in to the urge to touch him now that he’s awake. My fingers drift over the heart.
“My initials are here.”
He rolls closer. “Baby, you only have to look and see that you’re inked all over my body. If I couldn’t be with you, I wanted you with me.” His fingers toy with mine before lifting them to his mouth and brushing his lips across my knuckles. “Always.”
My heart stutters at his soft words before thumping into overdrive.
How is he this amazing?
