Page 81 of What a Wolf Demands

The blue in Dom’s eyes flickered, switching rapidly between man and beast. It was a mesmerizing change, and she held her breath as he swirled the head of his cock against her opening. Wet sounds reached her ears. Her clit throbbed. A moan built in her throat.

She dropped her gaze to the thick length poised at her entrance, unable to look away from the sight of his thick, veined shaft nestled in her red curls.

“More,” she said, breathing heavy. Her breasts rose and fell, her nipples bobbing.

He kept his gaze locked on her sex as if he was just as transfixed by the sight of their joining. Then he pressed his hips forward, pushing the head past her swollen lips. Veins stood out on his neck as he fed her his cock, easing inside inch by inch.

Delicious pressure filled her. She gripped the pillow behind her head, squeezing it in tight fists as he filled her up.

The beast continued to hold her gaze as if it wanted her to know there was no going back from this.

I know. She arched again, her body splayed open, her sex squeezing him.

A low growl of approval rumbled in his throat. Cock lodged halfway inside her, he planted his forearms on either side of her shoulders, bringing his head level with hers.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he said, his voice too low to be human.

She obeyed, hooking her thighs over his hips, savoring the rough scratch of his hair against her smooth skin.

He slid deeper, a slow glide that created friction in all the right places.

The ribbon of lust furled impossibly tight. Her clit throbbed in sync with her heartbeat. She locked her ankles behind his back, beckoning him deeper still.

He tensed. Then, with a quick nudge of his hips, seated himself to the hilt.

Her sex clamped down all around him.

The flames in the little stove jumped higher, sending a wave of heat surging across the room and over their bodies.

Their eyes met, the wonder in his matching the same emotion rocketing through her. She lowered her arms so she could cup her hands around his cheeks. A lock of black hair had fallen over his forehead, and she brushed it back.

“Dom,” she whispered, awe cartwheeling through her.

His eyes shifted to ordinary blue, the man in control once more. “Lily,” he answered, his voice low and thick with emotion. He dropped his gaze to her lips, his intentions clear. “Lily mine,” he said, then lowered his mouth to hers.

He brought her his kiss just as he began moving within her.

Exquisite. The word floated to the top of her brain and stayed there. It was the only way to describe the sensations spinning through her. Little sparks of electricity danced across her skin. Glorious friction slid against her clit as Dom thrust his hips, gliding in and out in a slow, lazy rhythm.

Not in a hurry at all. He made love to her like he had all the time in the world—like he wanted to savor her.

He broke off their kiss, then put his forehead against hers.

It should have been weird, gazing into his eyes from inches away. Most people weren’t comfortable with eye contact, let alone a direct stare during something as intimate as sex.

But with him, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

More than that, it felt essential—as if they needed to forge as many connections as possible. She pictured their points of contact like glowing constellations against an inky black sky. Her hands stroked his jaw, his cock slid in and out of her sex, his belly brushed hers, his heart beat against the rapid, thundering pace of her own . . .

And love shone from his eyes, as if he wasn’t content with just saying it.

Eyes are the windows to the soul. How many times had she read that? Heard that? With his gaze locked on hers, Dom beamed his love straight into her being.

Tears burned her eyes.

He lifted his head, his mouth blurry from their kiss. Still pumping the same slow, steady rhythm, he spoke in a voice that sounded like smoke and gravel. “You feel so damn good, Lily. Warm and wet. Like a tight, hot fist around my cock. Sucking at me, pulling at me, never letting me go.”

The low, sexy words wrapped around her, filling her up even more than the pulsing shaft between her legs.

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