Page 47 of Out of Peril

We were both already naked and it would be so easy to take her right there on the balcony, but despite my driving need for her, I also felt a responsibility to make her first time was perfect.

I lifted her into my arms, cradling her as I carried her inside. I saw the rose painting above the bed and knew we were in her room. Perfect.

Carrying her like she was the most precious and fragile thing in the world, I walked to the bed and gently laid her down. For just a moment, I stood over her, just looking at her. She was a tiny thing, and I towered over her by a good eight inches, quite in contrast to our animal forms. But somehow, we fit together perfectly.

“You're so beautiful,” I told her, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her.

She squirmed and moved to cover herself, but I reached for her hand and brought it up to my lips, pressing a kiss into her palm.

Her mouth opened to say something, but there were no words.

Setting her hand back down, I lightly caressed her skin, watching for her reactions as I touched her. Her breath hitched as I trailed the back of my hand down her side.

I lowered myself to her, kissing her softly, but not letting myself get lost there as I left light kisses along her cheek to whisper in her ear, “Perfect,” before following a path down her neck.

She moaned as I sucked hard on the exact spot I would someday mark her as mine. But today wasn't that day.

“Walker,” she whispered as I dipped my head lower to one breast while allowing my hand to explore the other.

She nearly launched herself off the bed when I tickled her with my tongue, swirling it around her nipple.

Her drawn out moan made me smile and relax. She was showing me she wanted this as much as I did. That encouraged me to be bolder as I spread her legs and licked her in the most sacred places.

“Oh God!” she fisted her hands in my hair and held me there like she was afraid I would stop.

I wasn't going anywhere.

Exploring Lindsey’s body and discovering her likes and dislikes was a heady experience. I wasn't even sure she knew what she liked until I showed her.

She'd been hesitant and skittish with me so many times that I wasn't expecting her to be quite so responsive. But she threw caution to the wind and allowed herself a moment to stop thinking and worrying and just feel.

“So good,” she moaned.

I smiled and could feel her core starting to tighten. I should have let her finish, but I couldn't. I wanted her so badly.

When I kissed my way back up, she whined in protest.

“Please, don't stop.”

I chuckled. “I'm going to make you feel so good.”

She was so wet and ready for me that I doubted she'd even feel the pain of her first time.

Gently, I pressed myself inside her.

She gasped and her eyes flew open as she grabbed my arms to steady herself.

Buried to the hilt with one last thrust, I froze and looked down at her.

“Are you okay?”

“No,” she cried, and I started to pull away, but her hips bucked of their own accord. “Please. I need . . . I need . . . something.”

I grinned and kissed her as I set a steady rhythm of lovemaking.

She shook her head and mewled. “More. Faster. Harder.”

“Yes ma'am.”

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