20. Wolfram
Chapter 20
Wolfram
I left her lying on the bed, shaking with need, her head thrashing on the pillow and her hands fisting the blankets, but only long enough to move to the side of the bed and tug her over to join me. I flipped her over and growled to see her so wet and swollen, her body ready to let go and topple over the edge along with mine.
Because I didn’t want her to come yet, not until I’d brought her to the cusp multiple times, I gave her a moment to slide back down while massaging her back, stroking her gorgeous, smooth flesh, rubbing her muscles to relieve tension.
“That feels amazing,” she said in a languid voice. “But give me your cock, you dastardly vampire.”
“Dastardly?” I huffed with a big grin on my face. This woman pleased me like no other. I would love her for this lifetime and beyond. No matter where she went after, I would follow. And if she was chosen for another life after this one, I’d beg to be reborn so I could find her again and love her like I would right now.
“Fuck me, already,” she growled into the blankets, her voice muffled.
“Are you saying you want me to slide my finger inside you?” I teased a tip through her wetness, barely sliding it in, only to drag it down to encircle her clit.
She thrust her hips up and wiggled her ass. “Cock, Wolfie . Put it in me this instant or I’m going to shove you onto the bed and ride you like a cowboy at a rodeo.”
There she was with that nickname again. Payback was going to taste sweet. “Always rushing,” I said with a sigh. “Don’t you want me to make this last?”
The sight of Reese quivering with anticipation was too much to resist. Slowly, deliberately, I pushed a single finger inside her, her warmth and wetness enveloping me, sending a jolt of raw need straight to my core. My cock throbbed in response, aching to replace my finger, to feel her tight around me. Her moan filled the room, a cry of desire that threatened to unravel my resolve.
She bucked into my hand, seeking more, but I held back, my finger only sliding partway into her before retreating again. I leaned forward and braced her against the bed, holding her still.
Her legs spread wider, an open invitation, and the scent of her arousal filled the air. I could get drunk on that scent alone. It took every ounce of willpower not to plunge inside her right this instant.
With each teasing stroke of my finger, her breath hitched, and her moans grew more frantic. Her body wound tighter, ready to let loose. Her thighs trembled, and she clutched the blankets. She was close to falling, but I denied her the final push, needing to draw this out for as long as I could.
The tension between us crackled in the air. I was playing a dangerous game; the need to bury myself inside her nearly overwhelmed me. But I was determined to savor every second of this moment, to make this last for as long as I could.
Her pleas grew more desperate, her ragged breathing fanning my need. “Wolf, please.” She thrust her hips toward me, her body seeking what it craved.
I leaned down, brushing my lips across her ear. “Patience, love.” Heated emotion coated my voice. “I want you to feel everything, to remember this night forever.”
I continued my sweet torment, my fingers dancing over her sensitive flesh, each touch designed to stoke the fire within her. I adored how responsive she was, how her body sang for me alone.
Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her chest rising and falling. Her orgasm was building, a tidal wave ready to crash on the shore. But just as she reached the peak, I eased off, denying her the final stroke that would send her over the side.
She whimpered in frustration. “You're driving me crazy.”
“Good.” I curved my lips into a wicked grin. “I want you to be as desperate for me as I am for you.”
The torment in her voice was a mirror to my own. This sweet agony bound us together in a way nothing else ever could.
I leaned in and whispered, “Let me show you how much I adore you.” I rained kisses down her upper spine, each one a promise of what was to come. If only I could spend three lifetimes stroking her curves, worshiping the softness of her skin.
I knelt between her legs, my gaze locked on the sight of her, slick and swollen with need and exhaled against her core. She shuddered, a needy moan ripping up her throat.
“Wolf,” she cried out, her voice trembling. “Now.”
Ignoring her plea, I flicked my tongue over her sensitive bud in a light, fleeting way that made her writhe, craving more. No one else tasted like my mate, and I savored the sweetness that was uniquely her alone. My own need grew with each desperate cry.
Her orgasm built, the tension in her body binding tighter and tighter. But just as she was about to unravel, I backed off again, leaving her teetering at the peak.
Her frustration growled through the room.
I smiled, my lips brushing her inner thigh. “Soon, love.”
I shifted my attention to her hips, placing tender kisses along the gentle swell, my fingers tracing wherever they pleased. I was lost in her, in the way she responded to my touch.
As I explored her with my mouth, she yanked on the blankets, pushing her hips up to rock against me.
My cock was a rigid thing, the tip coated with precum. I'd kill to be plunging hard inside her. But this was about showing her how deeply she was cherished, how completely she was adored.
I continued my barrage, alternating between long, languid licks and soft, sucking kisses, driving her wild. She bucked beneath me, her pleas growing more frantic.
“Please, Wolf. I can't take any more.”
I rose over her and placed the head of my cock at her entrance, sinking in only a fraction. “Is this what you want, little one, teasing one, a woman who calls me Wolfie ?” My feral grin rose. Oh, how she was paying.
“I promise I won’t call you Wolfie more than one hundred times a day. I swear!” Laughter bubbled in her voice.
With one thrust, I buried my cock inside her.
She welcomed me with a slick embrace, the sensation exquisite, a perfect fusion of our bodies and souls. I paused, allowing her to adjust to my size, intensity tight on my face.
“You feel incredible,” I said, my voice a low growl in my chest. “This is where I belong, deep inside you.”
Reese moaned, her internal muscles fluttering around my cock, urging me to move. But I wanted to savor this, to make every stroke count. I began to withdraw, the drag of her body against mine intoxicating. I was going to come soon, but I’d take her with me.
With slow, deliberate thrusts, I set a steady rhythm. Each plunge brought a new wave of pleasure, a new surge of gasps and moans from my woman. She arched to meet me, her hips rocking back to take me deeper with each thrust.
The sound of our bodies moving together filled the room. I stroked her clit, my fingers matching the pace of my hips, driving her closer to the brink.
“Wolf,” she cried out, her voice utterly beautiful. “Don't stop.”
Her plea was a siren call spurring me on. I could feel the tension building within her, and I wanted to be with her when she let loose.
I increased the speed of my thrusts, making them forceful, insistent. The bed creaked beneath us and sweat slicked our skin.
She began to tremble, releasing sharp pants. She was close, and so was I. Curling over her, I kept moving while brushing her ear with my lips. “Let go, love. Show my cock how much you love what it's doing.”
With a final stroke of my fingers on her clit, Reese tumbled over the edge. Her orgasm hit her, her body convulsing around mine, her cries echoing off the walls. The sensation of her tightening against my cock was too much. I couldn't hold back any longer.
With a guttural roar, I followed, barreling through my release with an intensity that shocked through me. I pulsed inside her, each wave drawing us closer together.
We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies still connected, our heartbeats furious. I wrapped my arms around her and dropped to the side, taking her with me.
Then I held her, never wanting to let go.