Page 107 of His Wild Attraction

But she was also a she-wolf. Fierce and wild.

But sometimes, even an alpha like my woman needed her man to take charge.

“Should I eat you out first, Wife? Lick this sweet cunt until you come on my mouth? Or should I fill you with my dick, take you hard and rough? Tell me.”

“Andres,” she whined.

“What is it, Lupina? Are you wet? Did you ruin your panties? I better take them off and check,” I growled.

I grabbed the material from the sides and yanked them down as far as I could, her splayed legs making it impossible to take them all the way off. Pulling on the tiny little bit of elastic, I ripped her panties off.

I pushed her knees down, exposing her glistening slit to my hungry gaze.

“Fuck, Angel. You’re soaked.”

I bent my head, swiping my tongue along her seam.

“Fuck. You’re so good,” I groaned, closing my mouth over her clit.

“Andres, I need you,” she said, pulling my hair, lifting herself up on her elbows.

I raised my head, her arousal dripping from my lips.

Goddamn.

Her hair was wild. The short curls in gorgeous disarray. Her skin was flushed, her nipples hard, and her breasts bouncing with every inhale.

Legs still splayed, I had the perfect view of her pussy, so pink and wet and ready for me.

She looked like a goddess.

She looked like mine.

“Husband, I need you to fill me with your cock, please,” she said, and how was I supposed to resist that?

Ellie’s big, warm hazel eyes met mine, and the look on her face matched how I felt inside. With a growl, I climbed up her body, notching my dick at her slick entrance.

I ran my fingers through her hair, pulling on the strands and moving her where I wanted her. Then I fused my mouth to hers, sucking her tongue, marking her as mine.

It was boorish, caveman behavior, but I couldn’t help it.

I needed to claim her.

To brand her.

I needed to have all of Ellie. Wanted to stamp myself all over her now that she knew I loved her.

Now that I’d confessed my feelings.

“You’re mine, aren’t you, Angel? You’re mine. You belong to me. Tell me,” I growled, sliding in an inch.

“Please,” she whined, clawing at my back, and I withdrew.

“Andres,” she begged.

“Tell me,” I repeated.

“Yours, I’m yours.”

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