Page 48 of Fenrir

She stripped off her blouse and went to slide off her skirt when Fenrir stopped her.

“No. Not yet.”

Not yet? What the hell did he mean, not yet?

Fenrir stood at the edge of the bed and ran his hand down between her breasts, and pressed her lightly back onto the bed. Grace looked up at the ceiling as Fenrir dragged her hips to the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her.

What was he doing?

He lifted the skirt and pushed her he knees wide. Then he dropped his head and kissed the back of her knee.

Grace gasped and bucked her hips. He reached up and pressed her against the bed with a firm hand. Sliding his hand over her skin, he caressed her breast, kissed her thigh to her hip, and slowly slid his mouth down over her sensitive nub and licked her.

Grace grabbed the bedspread and gripped it so tight she thought she’d tear holes in it.

Fenrir hooked an arm around her thigh and pulled her leg over his shoulder as he dove in and licked every inch of her.

Grace gripped his hair and pressed herself tighter against his mouth.

He growled, and then his purring sound vibrated through her making her body relax and thrum with even more need.

“You taste like Valhalla itself,” Fenrir growled.

She couldn’t respond as his mouth wiped away any trace of coherent thought.

“You, little Goddess, were born to be mine.”

Grace clutched his hair tighter as he sucked her nub between his teeth and bit it just hard enough to send tendrils of pleasure shooting through her.

“Fen-” His name caught in her throat as he slid his hand from her breast to the nub between her thighs and rolled his thumb over it. He licked her up and down and then slid his tongue inside her before rolling and pinching her nub again.

Sensations she’d never known shot through her so rapidly she could barely register them all. And then suddenly, she felt it again. That edge that her body waited on. The one that she was scared to fall over. The one that promised pleasure like she’d never known. She held back, but Fenrir refused to leave her standing there.

He licked and sucked at her skin, and finally, as he slid his thumb inside her, Grace fell apart. She screamed his name, crying out over and over.

When her body calmed, and she could finally breathe again, Fenrir rose from the floor, and she yanked him on top of her, pulling his lips to hers.

She kissed him so hard their teeth clashed. Rolling him on his back, she straddled his hips.

“Grace-”

She pressed her fingers to his lips. “My turn.”

He didn’t say anything as she slid one of her fingers into his mouth, and he sucked it. She pulled her finger from his mouth and trailed it down his body before pulling her frilly skirt off.

“Do you trust me,” she asked.

Doubt flickered in Fenrir’s eyes.

She leaned in and kissed him. “I won’t hurt you, and we can stop any time you want. Understand?”

Fenrir nodded.

“Do you trust me?” she asked again.

“Yes,” Fenrir whispered.

She kissed him and smiled. “Good. Because you aren’t the only one who did a little studying over the last two days.”

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