Page 20 of His Savage Sweet

My fingers shook as I reached out to touch his chest, and I didn’t even notice when he shucked the rest of his shirt or began to unbutton his trousers. All I knew was I needed to touch him. He was warm, his hairs tickling my palms in the most wonderful way when I flattened them against his chest.

I suddenly, desperately needed to feel more of him.

While his hands fumbled with his buttons, I reached around his back and pulled myself to him.

Oh God, I was such a sucker for back muscles, and my prince had them coming and going.

We both sucked in a small breath of wonder when my tits flatted against his chest, and I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure as the hairs on his chest brushed against my nipples.

He was so damn sexy, and he was all mine.

The next thing I knew, we were both standing there naked. He must’ve been busy while I was in that haze, but I couldn’t fault him. I stepped back and hummed in pleasure as I saw that lovely cock jutting up so large and proud from a thick patch of hair.

All that hair made me want to drag my fingernails through it. When I did, he shivered deliciously. My palms itched to touch that cock, so I did; I wrapped both hands around it, and stroked it a few times. It was so smooth and firm, all at once, and it made me want to taste it—The Supplicant Swan, page twelve.

“Anna,” he growled, warningly. “If ye keep that up, we’re not going to make it to the bed.”

Good. I smiled up at him. “I believe I was promised a fooking up against the door?”

The Soldier and the Crucible, page eighteen.

My core was so wet already, just thinking about it, and when he growled again and wrapped his arms around me, I swear I almost came right then and there.

He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, right before my back hit the hard oak door. Like he had a few moments before, Wulf protected me, but I still gasped in pleasure to feel him pressing me against the wood.

As his cock slid into my dripping core, I moaned. God, but it felt good, to be trapped between him and solid oak, to be suspended in midair as if I weighed nothing.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and let myself go.

He began slowly, his thrusts little more than easing in and out. I was sure he was doing it to tease me, so I wriggled against him. He dug his fingers into my arse, lifting me higher to adjusted his stance…and I knew I was in for the experience of a lifetime.

With each thrust, he rammed into me deeper and deeper. I squeezed my legs around him, trying to gain some friction against my clitoris, near-blinded from the pleasure of his delicious cock pumping in and out of me.

I wanted—needed—to touch myself, but couldn’t from this position. I was pinned in the most wonderful way, and he was doing whatever the hell he wanted to me.

It was everything I dreamed of.

“Wulf,” I gasped out. “I love ye.”

Instantly, he stilled.

“What?” he panted.

I could see sweat beads already forming on his temples, and wondered if that was from exertion or from holding his passion in check.

“I said I love ye.” I reached up to brush a few hairs off his forehead. “I think I’ve loved ye for a long time, but the last few days have been…magical.”

He groaned, and buried his face in my neck. Not the reaction I was hoping for, but I adored the way he felt against me.

“Why’d ye have to go and say that?” he mumbled against my skin.

My heart lurched and my body stiffened. What was that supposed to mean? “Wulf?” I asked hesitantly.

“Because I love ye too, and I can’t fook the woman I love up against the door on our wedding night.”

I love ye too. I began to laugh in sheer joy, feeling the joy clear down to my cunny, where I was wrapped around him in the most intimate way.

After a heartbeat, he joined me in chuckling, and then we were both moving together.

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