Page 16 of Claiming the Shifter's Heart

Her body felt warm and swollen, and so damn good under the weight of his. And if Della had learned anything about life, it was to take the good when you could get it.

And this felt good.

So good.

If tonight was all she was going to get from a strong, gorgeous Shifter like Kristoff, then she was so there for it. Hell, she was going to seize it with both hands and hold on for dear life.

The man had been living rent free in her brain for weeks now. Tonight was the culmination of all her secret dirty fantasies she’d been having.

Their coming together was the realization of those sweaty dreams that had been keeping her up late for weeks now.

“Last chance, Mama. Once I sink into this perfect body, I’m not stopping until you come at least twice,” he growled, green eyes blazing with promise.

Emboldened by the desire she saw shining there, Della wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. She’d already come, but her body ached. She needed him, was desperate to have his thick dick deep inside her. Never had she ever felt such wild and wanton abandon.

“No more talk. Show me.”

Then she pulled him down, claiming his mouth in a kiss she’d never have the guts to try in the light of day.

Kris didn’t hesitate. His hands clenched on her hips, and he thrust forward, pushing his thick cock deep inside her, stretching her walls and ruining her for anyone else.

“Oh, God!”

“Kristoff or Kris. But you say my name when I’m fucking you. Hell, I want you to scream it,” he growled.

She moaned, back arching, pressing her aching breasts against his chest. A fresh wave of desire pooled between them at his rough commands.

Della didn’t like being told what to do. But maybe she did. In bed. With him.

“Kris! Oh, Kristoff, it feels so good,” she yelled and whimpered.

Her body moved in tandem with his. Both of them rising and falling and flowing into one another, driving towards the same goal.

It felt so good, so right. He angled her hips, driving home even deeper. Kris held still for a moment, allowing her body to adjust to his massive invasion.

She moaned, touching him everywhere she could reach, kissing his arms, his chest and stomach. Della reveled in the care he took and his consideration of her feelings and her body.

He cupped her face, lifting until she looked at him. Then, holding her stare, he started to move. Kris slid out of her slowly until just the tip of his cock sat inside her needy slit.

Mouth open, eyes locked on hers, Wolf shining brightly, he rammed all the way in. Crowding every inch of his dick into her tight, wet sheath until his balls were slapping against her ass.

Then he did it again.

And again.

Faster and harder, Kristoff rutted into her, and fuck, she loved it. She held onto his hips, never wanting him to stop. He pounded her body, knowing exactly what she needed, what she could take. And she adored him for it.

“What do you need, Mama? Need me to touch this clit? That what you want?” he asked, head canted.

The Wolf glowed in his eyes as he reached between them. Strumming her tight little nubbin in small circles. He pumped his cock, adding more pressure with his hand. And Della exploded around him, squeezing his dick tight with her muscles.

“That’s it, Sweet Girl. Come for me. Flutter that pussy all around my cock. Show me how much you like the way I fuck you.”

Oh my fucking God.

His filthy words were so raw, so dirty. Della loved the way they sounded spilling from his lips. In fact, she liked them so much, they pushed her from one precipice to another.

“Fuck, Mama. You coming again already? Good girl. That’s a good girl,” he growled.

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