Page 10 of The Wolf Guard's Mate

Her cheeks went pink as she continued. “You’re huge. You’ve done this a million times. My tits… they don’t have any sensation. They were reconstructed completely. You’re probably like a sex god or something, and I haven’t done the deed in years, and I don’t even know whether or not I can handle letting you see and touch my nipples, let alone whether or not you’ll like them.” She let out a breath. “I’m not dying anymore, but I’m still a mess.”

“You’re not a mess. Anyone would be uncertain in your situation,” I growled, hating that she assumed I wouldn’t like her body just because she’d been through hell. I had been fucking obsessed with her formonths. “There’s only one way to find out how you feel about any of it. I’m taking your bra off.”

Her eyebrows shot upward, but I was already reaching for the fabric. There was no buckle on it, so I just hooked my fingers beneath the thin band and eased it upward.

She sucked in a breath as I freed her breasts and slipped the fabric over her head. It made her hair damp, but she didn’t seem to mind.

The water and bubbles were halfway up her breasts, so I shut the faucet off and adjusted my position to lift her higher.

The pink on her cheeks went red as her breasts emerged from the water. I lifted a hand to her face, lowering it so she was looking at her breasts.

They were sexy as fuck, and I wanted her to see that too.

“I’m dying to touch you,Oli Pop. Tell me I can,” I said.

It came out as more of a demand than a request, but the look on her face told me she didn’t mind.

“Okay, touch me.”

I carefully took one of her tits in my hand, biting my cheek to stop myself from groaning as my cock throbbed hard against her abdomen.

Her lips curved, and she lifted herself a little.

I couldn’t suppress my growl when she lowered her body over the top of my erection, adjusting it between her thighs so it rested where she wanted it.

It was going to take a miracle to stop myself from getting off far too early.

“Look at me,” I said roughly, and her gaze lifted back to mine. “Your breasts are fantastic, Olive. Fucking perfect. Nothing you’ve been through has changed that. Understand?”

Her cheeks flushed redder—and she kissed me.

Hard.

Her tongue parted my lips, and I opened for her without pause, meeting the strokes blow for blow. Her hands buried in my hair, and I squeezed her tit before grabbing her ass, pulling her down harder against me.

She moaned into my mouth, and I snapped the bands of her thong, ripping the fabric away so she could feel me better.

She rocked against my erection, making me growl into her mouth as she pressed her breasts to my chest.

The woman was unreal.

Her skin felt better against mine than I ever could’ve imagined was possible.

She rocked harder, and when she gasped into my mouth as her entire body trembled with her release, I barely held myself back.

Gritting my teeth as my fingers pressed too hard against her skin, I tipped my head and closed my eyes while she caught her breath.

“You could’ve come with me,” she murmured, her hands still in my hair.

“I’m not getting off until I’m buried inside you,” I gritted out. She moaned softly, trying to move her hips.

I held her down.

If she rocked against me, I was going to lose it.

“Give me a minute, Ol. Don’t move.”

“Alright.”

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