16. Wolfram
Chapter 16
Wolfram
R eese was precious to me, and I would ache for her until my dying day. Knowing that she wanted to be with me made my heart pound in my throat.
Inside her room, I kicked the door shut and strode over to lay her on the king-sized bed. I wanted to make this time last forever. But even more, I wanted to make sure she found pleasure.
Stepping back from the bed, I kept my gaze locked on her as she lay on the surface, her eyes never leaving mine. Tonight would be special. I would do all I could to make it unforgettable for her.
I started by unclasping my cape, nudging the silky material off my shoulders. It slid to the floor, and I kicked it aside.
Reese sat up on her elbows, a sly smile lifting her lips. “Are you going to give me a strip tease, Wolfie?”
I growled at the nickname but it melted into a smile. This woman . . .
I raised an eyebrow, doing my best to sink back into my usual stoic demeanor. She was right when she called me stuffy. I wasn’t a man who laughed much, had fun much. With Reese, I wanted to let go and savor the joy she had to offer. “Would you like me to give you a strip tease?”
Her voice came out throaty, filled with anticipation. “Oh, yes. Very much.”
“Then it's yours.” With my gaze locked on hers, I slowly began to undo my shirt, one button at a time, exposing my chest bit by bit. Her eyes followed the movements, her breath hitching as I slid the shirt away, letting it drop to the floor in a rustle of fabric.
I bent down to unlace my boots, making my movements deliberate and slow. When I kicked them off, they thudded on the floor to my side.
Straightening, I ran my hand down my chest to the top of my pants and slowly shifted my hips while unfastening the button. I followed that up with the slow glide of the zipper. I slid my pants over my hips and stepped out of them. My erection strained against the front of my briefs.
Reese sat up, her fingers reaching out to trace the lines of my abdomen, her touch sending jolts of heat through me. She followed the waistband of my briefs, her fingertip brushing the head of my cock, making it throb with need.
“You're beautiful, Wolf,” she whispered, her gaze lifting to meet mine.
The anticipation in her touch was a tangible, heated thing, and it made me crave her even more. My hard cock jutted against the cloth, begging for her attention. But I wanted to take this slowly, to savor every second, to make sure she felt every bit of pleasure she deserved.
My hands trembled as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs, the last barrier between Reese and the full view of my form. Desire heated her eyes, and they'd darkened with each piece of clothing I'd removed.
I wasn't done teasing her yet.
With a slow, deliberate motion, I began to lower my briefs, careful to keep my erection hidden from her view. The fabric caught on my hard length, sending a shudder of pleasure through me before it finally sprang free. I turned, letting the briefs fall to the ground, presenting my back to her as I stepped out of them.
She leaned forward, her breath a hot whisper on my skin as she explored the contours of my back. Her hands glided to the curve of my ass, and anticipation thrilled through me. She followed the line of my spine, her nails lightly scratching my skin. I arched into her touch.
“Wolf,” she said, her voice filled with awe and longing. “You are incredible. So strong, so mine.”
A growl of approval rumbled in my chest. I loved hearing her claim me, even in such a small way. It made me want to claim her in return, to make her mine in every way possible.
But there was still more dance left. I stepped away from her, urging her to lie back on the bed. She looked up at me, confusion flickering in her eyes before it was replaced by curiosity. “What are you up to, Wolf?” A playful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
I stepped back, giving myself room to move. “Enjoy the show, tiny one.” My voice dropped to a low, sultry tone.
I began to dance.
At first, my steps were slow. I couldn’t remember the last time I stood on a dance floor. There, I was more apt to slink to the side, to watch. But my mother had insisted I learn how to move, stating I might one day want to sweep my wife across a gleaming floor. Now I was grateful I’d paid attention, though I doubt my mother had ever thought I’d dance like this.
I let my inner rhythm take control, swaying my hips, rolling my shoulders. Reese's eyes followed my every move. I turned, giving her a view of my profile, my cock jutting out as I thrust my hips back and forth in a rhythm older than time. Her hot, hungry gaze spurred me on.
I maintained a slow, sensual sway, watching as she watched me. There was something incredibly arousing about doing this for her, letting her see all I could offer while performing only for her.
As my dance continued, I became bolder, more explicit. I wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking myself as I rocked my hips forward, into my tight grip. I was putting on a show for my love, but this was truly a celebration of the desire burning between us, one that was both powerful and primal.
Reese's eyes widened, and her lips parted. When she ran her tongue across her upper lip, I nearly came on the spot. My dance was arousing her as much as me, and I loved that. She clutched at the bed sheets, her gaze never leaving my body.
I danced for her, moving with a grace and sensuality that countered my long existence, pouring every ounce of feeling I had into it.
With a final flourish, I came to a stop in front of her, my cock thrusting out with need.
Her eyes shining with heat, she gazed up at me. “Wolf.” Her voice shook with emotion. “That was amazing.”
I cupped her cheek, gliding my thumb across her smooth skin. “Not as amazing as you. You're the one who's captured me, Reese. I am yours, completely and irrevocably. No one will ever come between us.”
I kissed her, putting all my heart into my touch, hoping she could feel what I did, that she’d want me as much as I did her.
As she kissed me back, she wrapped her arms around my neck. She tugged me down onto the bed on top of her.