Chapter 12 #2
The fire crackled in the hearth as they moved together on the leather sofa, enjoying kisses and touches, sharing their desperate need for connection with caresses of careful tenderness.
Fabian had centuries of experience, but tonight, holding Summer let him truly understand what intimacy could mean.
Every sigh, every soft sound she made, every way she responded to his touch felt like a revelation.
His hand slid to her spine, tracing and searching with his cool fingertips, thrilled to discover she’d not worn a bra.
He slipped one strap of the dress down and kissed her neck softly.
He recalled the last time she succumbed to him, after the wolf marked her with his claiming bite.
The bite had been hot back then; the wolf had endured every second of their lovemaking.
He had not needed to use a glamour on her.
Her anger with the wolf had sent her into his arms. Maybe today would be different. He would see.
His lips continued down her neck and past her throat. When he suckled her nipple, he felt it harden under his touch just as Summer stiffened and pushed him away.
He sat up, hiding his annoyance and slid the strap back onto her shoulder.
He stared deeply into her eyes, then raised her hand to his mouth and suckled her fingers, never once breaking the connection from his gaze.
Summer’s eyes rolled back in her head. Good.
He slipped the strap down once more to suckle her nipples.
This time, she did not resist, and he drew her breast into his mouth while slipping the other strap over her shoulder and sliding the zipper open.
The dress slid to her waist. For a moment, he feasted his eyes on her breasts, kneading and sucking until she moaned under his caresses.
She opened her legs, and Fabian moved one gentle hand up her leg underneath the silk gown.
“What are we doing?” Summer whispered.
Fabian looked at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Shhh,” he whispered, placing a finger on her lips. “Don’t think, ma chérie, just feel.” He leaned in to kiss her again, his hand sliding down to her waist, pulling her closer and gazing deep into her eyes as he built their connection.
Summer hesitated for a moment, but then she melted into his kiss, her hands finding their way to his cool, pale chest. Fabian’s hand moved up to cup her breast again, his thumb circling her nipple.
She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
He smiled against her mouth, pleased with her response.
His other hand slid up her thigh, pushing her dress higher. She didn’t stop him. Instead, she spread her legs, as if her body was inviting him to explore further.
Fabian’s fingers found the edge of her panties, and he traced the line with a feather-light touch. Summer shuddered, her breath hitching. He could feel how wet he’d made her through the thin fabric, and her dampness only fueled his desire.
He hooked a finger under the waistband and eased them down, his eyes never leaving hers. She lifted her hips slightly to help him, her cheeks flushed with desire and embarrassment.
Once her panties were off, Fabian’s hand returned to her thigh, his fingers inching closer to her center. He watched her chest rising and falling rapidly, her breath coming in short gasps.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, his voice husky with desire even though he was assured of her acquiescence. The glamour was set, and it rarely failed him.
Summer nodded, her eyes half-lidded with lust. “Yes,” she breathed.
It was all the encouragement Fabian needed. He shifted his position, moving between her legs. He could see how wet she was, how ready for him. He leaned down to kiss her inner thigh.
Summer gasped as she felt his tongue on her, licking and teasing. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. Fabian waited for the waves of pleasure to envelop her.
He took his time, teasing the bud of nerve endings, savoring every taste and touch. Her body trembling beneath him was all the encouragement he needed as her moans grew louder.
Just as she was about to climax, he pulled away, leaving her breathless and whimpering. He rose and rapidly shed his clothes, his eyes never leaving hers.
Summer watched him, her breath catching in her throat, her mouth going dry, as she took in his naked form. He was beautiful, his body lean and muscular, his skin pale in the firelight.
He kneeled back down between her legs, his hand stroking his cock. Summer bit her lip, her eyes glued to his movements.
“Are you ready for me?” he rasped, his voice low and rough with need.
Summer nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes,” she whispered.
Fabian positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked with hers. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch. He didn’t break his eyes away from her.