Page 67 of Wolf Forsaken

"There are other things that might help you fall asleep." His lips brushed across my neck and kissed down to my breasts. "Tell me you want this too."

"I do," I breathed, already feeling like putty in his hands.

He pushed my top down under my breasts and took a nipple in his mouth, a growl vibrating against the peaked point. My hands went to his hair, digging in and encouraging him to give me more.

His erection was pressed against my pajama bottoms and I moved against him, already feeling the wetness soaking through my panties. All it had taken was his fingers against my skin to make me ready for him.

After he took my other nipple in his mouth, I pulled away, standing and staring down at him. His eyes were half closed and his boxers very obviously tented. Wasting no time, I took off my clothes, standing bare in front of him as his eyes perused my body.

He'd of course seen me naked plenty, but not like this. Not for his eyes only.

"I take back your nickname... you're a fucking vixen." He rubbed his hand down his face and chest until he got to his dick. "Fucking beautiful."

I cringed. "I prefer bunny over vixen."

He shimmied out of his boxers and kicked them to the side. "Come here."

"You think you're the boss of me?" I raised an eyebrow and stifled my squeal when he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me onto him.

Our lips met in a feverish kiss that made me dizzy with need. His cock was pressed right up against my entrance, teasing me with the promise of what was to come.

His touches were tender and left my legs shaking and my pussy clenching at what was missing from inside.

"Silas. I need you." I buried my face in his hair, breathing in his scent.

Lifting myself slightly, I wrapped my fingers around him and lowered myself until he was fully sheathed inside me. Both of us were shaking from the intimate connection, and I stayed still, enjoying the press of my breasts against his chest and the warmth of his breath against my neck.

"Did you fall asleep?" he whispered.

Laughing, I lifted my head from his neck so I could see his sparkling eyes. "Just adjusting and savoring the feeling of you inside me."

"Mm..." He leaned back and rolled his hips. "Ride me."

I didn't argue, leaning forward and grabbing onto the back of the couch. I slid up and down his length, grinding my clit against his pelvis with every downward stroke. It wasn't long until my lower back tickled with sweat and my breaths became labored.

Silas buried his face against my chest, his short beard prickling my skin. The sounds of our bodies coming together and the feel of him against me brought me closer and closer to the edge. I couldn't move myself fast enough and chased my orgasm.

"Fuck, bunny." He smacked my ass, and I clenched around him as the skin heated.

"Do it again." I could barely speak as I rode him like I was on the final stretch of the track at the Kentucky Derby.

He spanked me harder, the sound loud in the quiet of night. My orgasm rolled through me, and my movement became erratic as my muscles tightened and pleasure spread through my limbs.

A whimper escaped as Silas stood and moved me to bend over the arm of the couch. He slid back into my slick channel and buried himself to the hilt.

My fingers dug into the couch cushion as he drilled into me, holding nothing back. He was hitting all the right spots and he reached around to rub my clit.

"Oh, God, Silas." I was trying to be quiet, but it was difficult. "Don't stop."

"Need... to... see your... face," he panted.

I looked back over my shoulder, meeting his eyes. He groaned and slammed into me one last time, filling me with his seed.

I collapsed forward onto the couch, not caring that I was making a mess of the armrest as he slid out. My entire body was satiated, and I let out a satisfied sound.

"This would make a great painting for my workshop." Silas tapped my ass and disappeared into the kitchen.

He returned with a glass of water and a hand towel. I let him clean me before he turned off the television and scooped me up.

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