Page 39 of Cursed Wolf

And when I did, he brought those fingers to his mouth and moaned as he sucked my juices from them. His eyes heated when they met mine. “I’m not anywhere near done with you, Emmaline.”

Jesus Christ, more? My pulse was still thrumming. My lungs ached with the effort to catch my breath. I felt like I sprinted around the block at top speed, and yet completely languid with a sense of ease. For once, my mind was quiet, relaxed. Whatever mental burdens I’d been holding about my job, my family, even my self-consciousness about my body, had fallen away. I was right where I belonged, with the man I belonged with.

So I stretched out long on my bed next to Tryn, soaking up his gaze as it roamed over my naked body, instead of shrinking under it.

“I love seeing you wear nothing but moonlight.” He stroked up the side of my body, caressing over my hip and waist. “Never seen anything more beautiful in my life.”

I would have swooned if I wasn’t already lying down. So I rolled onto my side, facing him and unable to suppress my smile. “How do you always know exactly what to say?”

His smile was soft, his gaze dropping for a moment. “It just comes out when I’m with you. Just feels right.”

“It does,” I agreed, reaching up to touch the side of his face.

Tryn lowered to kiss me and the low-burning embers of my first orgasm roared to life with renewed heat. He rolled me to my back, and when my arms came around him, he pulled them away and pinned my hands next to my head.

He held me down in several places and I loved it, squirming underneath his body to find more skin-to-skin contact. Fuck, I wish he’d take his pants off. I wanted our legs intertwined and to feel the heated kiss of his cock dragging on my stomach. I needed to feel him notch at my core, to hear the growl he’d make as he pressed inside.

But his hips pulled away, and he released my hands to roll my breasts in his large palms, sucking at each of the sensitive tips before his mouth moved lower. I squeezed his sides with my legs, trying to hold him in place but there was no trapping a creature like him.

Tryn moved leisurely down my body, placing kisses on my belly and tracing the edge of my ribcage with his mouth. He just glanced up at me with a smirk when my legs squeezed around him. That heated look promised more in the future. More intimacy, more late night talks in bed, more of what I craved.

When his nose brushed over my mound, he took a deep inhale and moaned. “Fucking moon, this scent.”

My clit was so sensitive that I felt the air from his mouth and rumble from his words like they were a tangible touch. I bucked against his mouth without thinking and found my lips captured in his.

“Oh my God!” The declaration burst from me at the torrent of sensations happening between my legs. I’d never received oral before, and holy fucking shit.

Tryn kissed me down there just as thoroughly and passionately as he did my mouth. He sucked on me gently, using his tongue to caress and explore. My first orgasm rendered me so sensitive and tender, I felt everything. And it was incredible.

He ignored my clit, which I was thankful for at first, but after a few minutes of his incredible mouth, I was desperate for some love there.

I shifted my hips, trying to direct his mouth that way, but the grip he had on my waist was iron-clad. My big bear of a man was intent on feasting and would not be disturbed.

He took a break after some more time, propping up on one elbow as he licked his lips, smiling at me lazily. “Trying to tell me something with all your wiggling?” He placed a kiss on the inside of my knee.

Bite. The word passed through my mind like an insistent command, but I ignored it.

“Aside from the fact that your mouth is amazing?” I panted. “I just, um...” Not only was it hard to come up with words, I didn’t want to sound like I was critiquing him.

“Tell me.” He placed another kiss higher inside my thigh, slow and sensual. “Tell me exactly what you need.”

“I need your mouth, um, higher.”

“Where?” He kept his gaze locked on mine, smirking as he kissed my thigh even closer to my core. “Tell me exactly. Or better yet, touch yourself and show me.”

Oh God, touching myself? With him looking at me like a hungry wolf?

The spark of fear was undeniable, but so was the exhilaration. Tryn was challenging me to be bold, to be confident in my right to pleasure, to ask for what I wanted. And he made me feel like nothing short of a goddess, so what was there to be afraid of?

“Here.” I reached down and touched a finger to my clit hood, beginning a small circular motion.

Tryn smiled widely, showing all of his teeth that, for a blink, looked unusually sharp. “Your wish is my command.”

His mouth lowered to the most sensitive part of me, and the first sweep of his tongue sent my hips spiking off the bed.

That tongue, oh fuck, his tongue. It slid over that hard bundle of nerves with the most exquisite pressure. His lips sucked gently around it, and my second orgasm began coiling up like a spring.

When he added his fingers to stroke and curl inside me once again, I knew it would be mere seconds.

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