Page 50 of Fenrir

Fenrir purred against her breast as he bit down on her nipple, making her climax climb even higher. When she stopped shaking, she dropped onto Fenrir’s chest, where he wrapped an arm around her body and held her close.

His heart pounded, and the scent of his arousal filled her nose. She needed to satisfy him as well. Grace pushed off his chest and kissed him.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“Ready for what?”

She entwined her fingers with his and slid the second tie over his free wrist. She watched his face as she slowly wrapped it around his wrist. Trepidation stained his gaze.

She traced her fingers over his palm and squeezed his hand tight.

“Are you okay?”

Fenrir nodded, but she could tell he was fighting his anxiety. Slowly she pulled his hand over his head and tied it to the headboard.

Fenrir flexed his hands and pulled momentarily against the restraints, but she brought her mouth to his and distracted him.

“You’re okay,” she soothed. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

He flexed again, and she ran her hands up and down his arms as she kissed him again. She broke their kiss when he relaxed against the bed and kissed down the side of his neck. He groaned as she kissed lower over his chest and down his stomach.

His abs quaked as she moved lower, and then the headboard groaned. She looked up as he watched her, his hands gripping the headboard, making it creak.

She kissed his hip and allowed her hand to slide down between his legs and cup his soft sack.

Fenrir threw his head back. “Grace.”

She ran her hand up his length to his head. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh gods no,” he panted.

She slid her hand up and down his length as her other hand cupped and massaged him.

She gave Fenrir a moment to ensure he was okay and then opened her mouth and swirled her tongue over his silky skin.

The headboard cracked as he bucked his hips and panted. “Grace. I need you. I need to be inside you.”

She licked down his length before slipping his head into her mouth and sucking.

The headboard cracked again, and one of Fenrir’s hands threaded into her hair, gripping her tight.

“Grace.”

Not yet. Grace licked around his length, pulling him in and out of her mouth, sucking and teasing him.

He panted her name again, gripped her hair tight, and pulled her up to crash his lips on hers. With a tearing sound, he freed his second hand and wrapped his arm around her, rolling her on her back.

She reached down between them and stroked him.

“I want you,” she said.

Fenrir’s eyes darkened, but she slowly led him to her entrance and rubbed his head back and forth through her folds.

“You won’t hurt me. I’m ready this time.”

He held back, but she pushed his head into her entrance, and he groaned.

“Fenrir.” She cupped his cheek. “Make love to me.”

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