Page 65 of The Broken Wolf's Redemption

He wasn’t going to be fast and he wasn’t going to be gentle.

So she thought, until he bent down and ran his tongue through her soaked folds. He lapped up all the juices at her seam and then thrust his tongue into her hole. She needed more and her hips bucked violently back into his face, begging him to fill her. There was no way he was going to give her the release she ached for. She couldn’t beg him to go faster or slower. She couldn’t command him. He was in control now. He was the one who had always held the keys to her body. She wanted to let him unlock her the way he wanted to. It hurt now. It was going to hurt more when she took him. She hoped it would.

She needed that pain.

She needed him.

There were so many details to figure out, but the fact that she was his was not in question.

“I’m going to wreck your pussy now,” he growled in her ear when he straightened.

She pushed her hips back against him, hard enough to trap his cock between them. “Do you want to try that again?”

His finger brushed down her spine with so much tenderness that her eyes misted over. “You know I’m just telling you what you want to hear. Do you know that I would never hurt you beyond what you want and ask for?”

“Yes.”

“Should I continue the dirty talk and put my cock to good use, or did you want to keep leaning into me with the intention of breaking it?”

She grinned wickedly, but then he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and didn’t so much push her face down on the table as guide it there. She let him ease her cheek into the wood, now warm from her body. Her fingers curled around the edge when Rome lifted her hips. He stood behind her, taking up all the room in the entire house, the whole universe. She felt his heat and his ownership and his broken heart that for some wild reason the universe had set into her hands. He might be holding onto her, positioning himself behind her, readying her body, but she knew she was truly the one who held all of him. It wasn’t just his heart. By coming back here tonight, by his words, he’d entrusted all of himself to her. Man and wolf.

She could feel how ready he was behind her. He was slick and so was she, but it was the tension vibrating in him that rolled through her body. She was coiled up so tight in her own being that she knew exactly how he felt. She wasn’t just ready to be fucked. She was begging for it.

His cockhead against her entrance was a divine thing. So fucking perfect that only the universe could have made him and ordained him and brought him to her for this moment. For all their future moments. For life.

He pressed in slowly, not like the rough and terrible beast he’d promised her he’d be.

Even if he had, she would have taken it. She would have screamed out her pleasure right then.

The possibility of her screaming was still there. In desperation. In pleasure.

He filled her inch by inch, not stopping until she felt the roughness of his hair against her ass. He filled her like he’d filled her mouth and then her throat. With total concentration and utter domination. Her body welcomed him. Accepted him. This man was hers now. Hers to learn how to love and find happiness with. If life was really just horrible moments with bright, beauty-filled days in the gaps, then she’d do all of that with him as well. Fair or unfair. The universe could be cruel and unkind, but they could create a force together that burned hot and bright in the present they were allowed to have. He would be hers, and one day, they’d be a family.

She was so full of his cock that when he thrust his hips forward, she did cry out. Her body ground against the table, clit first. His hand replaced the contact, roughly thumbing her clit in brutal circles while he dragged his cock out and pushed back in.

She was nearly undone just at that movement.

“Holy god,” she whimpered.

“Just my cock, splitting you apart. Filling you. Making you come.”

“You’re so predictable.”

He surged inside her hard, hitting spots she wasn’t aware were biologically possible. “How’s that for predictable?”

“Utterly.”

He slapped her ass playfully.

She wasn’t ready for it and her breath left her lungs at the sting. “Asshole.”

“Would you like me to relocate?”

“Definitely not right now. I’d like you to keep doing what you’re doing.”

“But harder. So hard that the table moves halfway across the room?”

“I’d be impaled if you did that.”

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