Page 118 of Unwilling Wolf

Garret was different.

He was pure masculinity, trying to be gentle just for her comfort.

He lowered to her, and she slid her hands up his powerful shoulders and spread her knees wider on instinct to give him more room.

He settled in the space between her thighs and held her close as he pressed against her sex.

Eliza rolled her eyes closed and arched back against the mattress. “Garret—”

“Gooooood girl,” he murmured. “Tell me what feels good.”

He was sliding his cock against her sensitive nub, and she clenched her fist against his back and huffed a breath.

And when he lined up at her slick entrance, she was gone.

When he slid into her?

Eliza arched her back against the bed and cried out. She was so tight, and he was big, but he’d made sure she was wet enough to take him.

She spread her knees even wider, and told herself to relax her body so she could take all of him.

Garret’s pleasure was obvious as he slid slowly into her. He went deep and offered a shuddering breath, and a murmured curse that was so low, she nearly missed it.

His body tensed every time he pushed into her, and it felt so good.

“Garret,” she huffed. “You feel so good inside of me.”

He pushed deeper, holding her tightly. “I’ve got you.”

And those three words did something enormous to her body. I’ve got you.

He did. He had her.

She clutched tighter to him and fell apart. Her body gripped his cock hard and she cried out. Oh, she’d tried to stay quiet, but it didn’t work. Probably the entire hotel heard her. Who cared though? Not her.

He pushed into her smooth, and slow, and deep. Over. And over. And over until he was shaking, gripping her.

Her second release came right on top of the last. His pleasure caused hers. She gasped out his name and pleaded with him to, “Give it to me,” and she didn’t even know what that meant until his dick throbbed deep inside of her.

He bucked into her more erratically and growled deep in his throat as her release pulsed on and on.

And when he slowed, and stilled, and held her close, she had a moment.

This man had taken care of her.

He’d made sure she reached pleasure before he did.

He had made her feel pretty.

He had made sure she wasn’t self-conscious.

He had worshipped her body.

He had been utterly gentle, like he’d said he wanted to be.

He had made her want more.

He had made her addicted to whatever it was he had done to her.

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