Page 33 of Falling for My Shifter Defender

She smiles, that mix of shyness and determination that I find so endearing, and pulls her own shirt over her head. The sight of her—skin flushed with desire, hair tousled, clad in a simple black bra—nearly undoes me. I reach behind her to unclasp her bra, my movements deliberate, giving her time to stop me if she wants. But she arches into my touch, helping me remove the garment.

"Perfect," I breathe, taking in the sight of her bare breasts, the pink nipples tightening under my gaze. "Even better than I imagined."

I lower my head, taking one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak. Grace gasps, her back arching off the bed, her hands flying to my hair to hold me in place. I lavish attention on one breast, then the other, alternating between gentle suction and the scrape of teeth until she's writhing beneath me.

Our clothes come off slowly at first—each piece peeled away with reverence—but it quickly tips into urgency. I can't get enough of her skin, warm and soft beneath my hands. My mouth finds every inch of her, trailing from her collarbone to her breasts, down her stomach to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, mapping her body like I'm memorizing every curve, every response.

When I reach the waistband of her jeans, I look up at her, seeking permission. Her eyes are heavy-lidded with desire, her lips parted and swollen from my kisses.

"Please," she whispers, lifting her hips in invitation.

I unbutton her jeans and slide them down her legs, taking her panties with them, leaving her completely bare to my gaze. For a moment, I just look at her, drinking in the sight of her naked body laid out before me like a feast.

"You're staring," she says, a hint of self-consciousness in her voice.

I shake my head, my eyes never leaving her. "I'm appreciating. There's a difference." I run my hands up her legs, from ankle to thigh, watching goosebumps rise in the wake of my touch. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Her scent fills my senses, driving my wolf wild with need. I can smell her arousal, sweet and heady, as I graze my teeth along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She gasps and arches beneath me, her fingers tangling in my hair.

"Eli, please," she breathes, her voice breaking on my name.

"Please what?" I ask, my breath hot against her center. "Tell me what you want, Grace. I need to hear you say it."

Her cheeks flush, but her eyes meet mine with determination. "I want your mouth on me," she says, the words rushing out. "I want to feel you inside me. I want everything."

A growl of approval rumbles through my chest. "Good girl," I murmur, before lowering my head and tasting her for the first time.

She cries out, her hips bucking against my mouth as I lick a long, slow stripe through her folds. She's wet and ready, her taste intoxicating on my tongue. I devour her with single-minded focus, alternating between broad strokes and precise flicks against the bundle of nerves that makes her gasp my name.

When I slide one finger inside her, then two, she moans, her inner walls clenching around the intrusion. I curl my fingers, finding the spot that makes her back bow off the bed, while my mouth continues its relentless assault on her clit.

"Oh god, Eli," she pants, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. "I'm going to—"

"That's it," I encourage, my voice rough with desire. "Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel it."

Her release hits her like a tidal wave, her body tensing and then shuddering as she cries out my name. I work her through it, gentling my touch as the aftershocks ripple through her, until she tugs weakly at my hair.

"Too much," she gasps, her body still quivering.

I press a final kiss to her inner thigh before moving up her body, shedding my jeans and boxers as I go. When I settle between her thighs, she looks up at me with wonder, her hands reaching to trace the contours of my face.

"You're so beautiful," she whispers, echoing my earlier words. Her hand drifts down, wrapping around my length, and it's my turn to gasp. "And so hard for me."

"Only for you," I assure her, my voice strained as her hand explores, learning what makes me groan and what makes my hips buck. "Grace, if you keep that up, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast."

She smiles, a wicked gleam in her eye as she strokes me from base to tip. "We have all night," she reminds me. "And I plan to take full advantage of that."

I capture her wrist, bringing her hand to my lips to press a kiss to her palm. "Later," I promise. "Right now, I need to be inside you."

I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness. We both groan at the sensation, our eyes locked together.

"Look at me," I murmur, and her eyes flutter open, locking with mine. "I need you to know—this means something to me. You mean everything to me."

Grace cups my face in her hands, her expression softening. "I know," she whispers. "You mean everything to me too." Her eyes well with emotion, and she adds, "You're my home, Eli. The only one I've ever had."

Those words—so simple, yet so profound coming from a woman who's never had a home—break something open inside me. I enter her slowly, watching her face as I fill her inch by inch. The sensation is overwhelming—tight, hot, perfect. Her eyes widen, her lips parting on a silent gasp as I push deeper.

"Okay?" I ask, holding myself still with effort.

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