Chapter 4 #2
He stands and strips off his cut and shirt in quick motions. His chest is hard and scarred, a map of a life that hurt him. The sight makes me swallow, a mix of awe and ache.
He steps back in close, kisses me once, then reaches behind my back and unhooks my bra with practiced ease.
The cups fall away and cool air hits my skin.
I gasp and instinctively tense.
Wolf’s hands come up immediately, cupping me gently. His thumbs stroke slowly, and the touch makes my knees go weak.
“You’re okay,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”
My breath shudders out.
Wolf kisses down my throat again, then drags his mouth over my chest, slow and worshipful. His lips close around my nipple, and I cry out, shock and pleasure exploding through me.
His tongue flicks once, then again.
I clutch his shoulders, fingers digging into skin now instead of leather, and he groans like he likes the way I’m holding on.
He switches to the other side, same attention, and my whole body feels like it’s vibrating.
“Wolf,” I gasp.
He lifts his head, eyes dark. “Tell me.”
“I need you,” I whisper.
A rough sound leaves him.
Wolf shifts again, reaching down to push my underwear down my thighs. He does it slowly, eyes never leaving mine, like he’s asking without words if I’m still with him.
I nod, breathless.
He tosses the underwear aside and then looks at me like he’s memorizing me. Like he’s furious at a world that ever made me feel less than perfect.
His fingers slide between my legs, just a touch, checking, and I gasp at the intimacy.
“You’re ready,” he murmurs, satisfaction and reverence mixed together.
My face burns. “I…”
“You did good,” he says, and there’s pride in it that makes my chest ache.
Then he frees himself, and the sight of him makes my breath catch hard.
He’s big. Thick. Hard.
Fear spikes again, hot and sharp.
Wolf sees it instantly.
He comes back over me, kisses my mouth slow, then rests his forehead against mine.
“Talk to me.”
I swallow. “I’m scared it’s going to hurt.”
His hand cups my face. “I’ll be careful.”
“And if it does,” he adds, voice rougher, “you tell me. I stop. I don’t care if it kills me.”
My throat tightens. “Okay.”
Wolf kisses me once more, then positions himself between my thighs. He lifts my legs, settling them around his hips, and the possessive fit of it makes my stomach flip.
He lines himself up, and my breath catches.
“Look at me,” he says.
I do.
He pushes in slowly.
The stretch is intense, sharp at first, and I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders.
Wolf freezes instantly.
“Too much,” he asks, voice tight.
I pant, trying to breathe through it. “Just… wait.”
Wolf doesn’t move. He stays still, eyes locked on mine, one hand at my waist, the other braced beside my head.
“You tell me,” he says, rough.
I nod, breathing through the burn until it eases into something manageable.
“Okay,” I whisper.
Wolf pushes in again, impossibly slow, giving my body time to adjust. The sensation is overwhelming, but it’s mixed with something hot and deep that makes my toes curl.
My breath turns ragged.
He stops again, checking my face.
“I’m okay,” I whisper.
His jaw flexes like he’s holding back.
He eases deeper, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside me.
The fullness is almost dizzying.
Wolf exhales hard, eyes closed for one second like he’s fighting not to lose control.
Then he opens them and looks at me like I’m his whole world.
“Angel,” he murmurs, voice wrecked, “you feel like you were made for me.”
My cheeks burn, but the words send a shiver through me.
He doesn’t move right away. He stays still, letting me get used to him, kissing my mouth slowly, stroking my hair back from my face like he’s calming me.
“You’re doing good,” he whispers.
I cling to him, breathing.
Then my body softens around him, and the discomfort fades into heat.
I shift my hips, a small movement, and Wolf’s eyes flare.
“Yeah,” he growls. “There.”
He pulls back slightly, then pushes in again, slow and deep, and pleasure blooms, spreading through me like fire.
A moan slips out of me, surprised.
Wolf’s mouth crashes onto mine again, stealing it, and his rhythm builds gradually, always controlled, always checking, but getting rougher as the need takes him.
The couch creaks under us.
The fire crackles.
Wolf’s breath turns harsh.
“Mine,” he growls against my lips.
The possessiveness should scare me.
It makes me feel safe.
It makes me want more.
I wrap my legs tighter around him, pulling him closer, and Wolf groans like I just gave him permission to lose it.
His thrusts get deeper, harder, and I gasp, clinging to him, meeting him without shame now. My body knows what it wants, and it wants him.
Wolf’s hand slides between us and finds my clit, thumb rubbing in tight circles while he drives into me.
The combination is too much.
My breath breaks. My body tightens. I claw at his back and he groans, rough and broken.
“Come for me,” he growls. “That’s it. Angel, come.”
I shatter around him, crying out, shaking hard, pleasure ripping through me like lightning.
Wolf’s control snaps.
He thrusts hard, a few deep strokes, then stills with a strangled sound, head dropping to my shoulder as he finishes, body trembling over mine.
For a moment, there’s only our breathing and the firelight and the way he holds me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
Wolf stays inside me, not moving, arms wrapped around me, his mouth pressed to my throat.
“You okay,” he whispers, voice rough.
I nod, dazed. “Yes.”
He exhales like relief.
Then he kisses my cheek, softer than everything that came before.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Because you’re not leaving me.”