understanding lover, giving as much as he received.
The moment he uncovered her mouth, she unleashed unholy hell. “Get off me, you fucking parasitic asshole. I don’t want anything to do with you. Not now, not ever. I let you go so far only because the moon is on the rise. Now that I know for certain what kind of ignoramus I’d be allowing to touch me, I’d prefer to take care of that little problem myself.”
Anger surfaced at the thought. Never again would she relieve herself of the lure of the moon. Not when he was ready and able to do it for her.
“Willow—”
“ Go. Fuck. Yourself .”
He couldn’t stop the smile that emerged with her temper. Gods, but she was more than he had ever expected or deserved. Ian was right. Willow was nothing like Aislynn. Her fire proved her strong and capable of caring for herself. She wouldn’t be meek or shy, afraid or cautious. Although a wolf existed inside her, she was all hellcat. With sleek skin, shimmering eyes, and lethal claws that he wanted to feel scraping a path down his back.
Remaining above her, he maintained his balance using his left hand and brought his right to Willow’s arm. He skimmed his fingers past her rib cage and along her stomach. Her muscles flexed, revealing the tight tone of her body as he continued on his path, watching as she quivered beneath his touch. When he reached the smooth curves of her mound, he palmed her, eliciting a strangled gasp.
“I said to get the hell off me.”
“I said I was sorry, and I meant it.” It wasn’t difficult to part her with his fingers. Using the moisture rimming her pussy, he placed his middle finger between the swollen seam.
“ Don’t .” Her plea was feather soft, revealing her uncertainty.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “Let me show you how much.”
Slowly, he pressed his finger inside the crease, using smooth glides up and down. He kept his focus on the valley that wouldn’t cause her pain instead of giving in to the temptation to revisit the cradle that waited just inside. Her reaction wasn’t immediate. She continued trying to fight him until he began rubbing gentle circles around her clit, over and over again.
“You’re so soft here,” he whispered into her hair. “So delicate.”
Whatever she said was impossible to decipher. Thankfully, her body’s reaction was not. She became wet at his words, coating his fingers, making it easier to explore her fully. As he continued stroking her, he increased the focus on her clitoris, applying firm and purposeful pressure. He had tormented her before by denying that touch, knowing that once he began, it would be impossible to stop. However, after breaking the tentative truce they had embarked upon, he was determined to show Willow that he could be a generous lover when needed, giving her exactly what she wanted.
Gliding his fingers along her was torture, when all he wanted to do was to slip them inside the snug walls that would eventually welcome his cock. Soon, he would know what it felt like to feel her body beneath his as her hips rose up to greet his thrusts.
“I’m going to untie your hands, flip you over, and taste you again, Willow.” He bit her shoulder, causing her to moan, and began easing down her body. “When I do, you will not interrupt unless it’s to tell me if I do something you don’t like”—he paused over the indentions in her lower back and pressed kisses to each—“or to beg for more.”
She remained as she was, hands bound above her head, ass lifted firmly in the air. He removed his fingers from the velvety, warm heat between her legs and shifted until he could reach her hands. Within seconds, she was free. He rubbed her wrists between his palms, soothing the skin that was slightly raised. She kept her gaze down, watching as he continued, and then slowly lifted her head.
The instant he saw hesitation in her gaze, he captured her mouth in a soft, innocent kiss. There was no fight for dominance or control.
The moment he uncovered her mouth, she unleashed unholy hell. “Get off me, you fucking parasitic asshole. I don’t want anything to do with you. Not now, not ever. I let you go so far only because the moon is on the rise. Now that I know for certain what kind of ignoramus I’d be allowing to touch me, I’d prefer to take care of that little problem myself.”
Anger surfaced at the thought. Never again would she relieve herself of the lure of the moon. Not when he was ready and able to do it for her.
“Willow—”
“ Go. Fuck. Yourself .”
He couldn’t stop the smile that emerged with her temper. Gods, but she was more than he had ever expected or deserved. Ian was right. Willow was nothing like Aislynn. Her fire proved her strong and capable of caring for herself. She wouldn’t be meek or shy, afraid or cautious. Although a wolf existed inside her, she was all hellcat. With sleek skin, shimmering eyes, and lethal claws that he wanted to feel scraping a path down his back.
Remaining above her, he maintained his balance using his left hand and brought his right to Willow’s arm. He skimmed his fingers past her rib cage and along her stomach. Her muscles flexed, revealing the tight tone of her body as he continued on his path, watching as she quivered beneath his touch. When he reached the smooth curves of her mound, he palmed her, eliciting a strangled gasp.
“I said to get the hell off me.”
“I said I was sorry, and I meant it.” It wasn’t difficult to part her with his fingers. Using the moisture rimming her pussy, he placed his middle finger between the swollen seam.
“ Don’t .” Her plea was feather soft, revealing her uncertainty.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “Let me show you how much.”
Slowly, he pressed his finger inside the crease, using smooth glides up and down. He kept his focus on the valley that wouldn’t cause her pain instead of giving in to the temptation to revisit the cradle that waited just inside. Her reaction wasn’t immediate. She continued trying to fight him until he began rubbing gentle circles around her clit, over and over again.
“You’re so soft here,” he whispered into her hair. “So delicate.”
Whatever she said was impossible to decipher. Thankfully, her body’s reaction was not. She became wet at his words, coating his fingers, making it easier to explore her fully. As he continued stroking her, he increased the focus on her clitoris, applying firm and purposeful pressure. He had tormented her before by denying that touch, knowing that once he began, it would be impossible to stop. However, after breaking the tentative truce they had embarked upon, he was determined to show Willow that he could be a generous lover when needed, giving her exactly what she wanted.
Gliding his fingers along her was torture, when all he wanted to do was to slip them inside the snug walls that would eventually welcome his cock. Soon, he would know what it felt like to feel her body beneath his as her hips rose up to greet his thrusts.
“I’m going to untie your hands, flip you over, and taste you again, Willow.” He bit her shoulder, causing her to moan, and began easing down her body. “When I do, you will not interrupt unless it’s to tell me if I do something you don’t like”—he paused over the indentions in her lower back and pressed kisses to each—“or to beg for more.”
She remained as she was, hands bound above her head, ass lifted firmly in the air. He removed his fingers from the velvety, warm heat between her legs and shifted until he could reach her hands. Within seconds, she was free. He rubbed her wrists between his palms, soothing the skin that was slightly raised. She kept her gaze down, watching as he continued, and then slowly lifted her head.
The instant he saw hesitation in her gaze, he captured her mouth in a soft, innocent kiss. There was no fight for dominance or control.
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