Page 76 of Alpha Wolf's Nanny
Cassie sighed and settled against his chest, her hands rising to cover his and gently move them down to her breasts.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough. “You’ve been through a lot, and I don’t—”
“I’m sure, Felix,” she said, smiling up at him, “believe me. I want nothing more than this.”
It was all the permission he needed. Too long he’d been holding himself back, restraining himself, convincing himself that this was wrong. That he couldn’t go there. That he needed to turn away.
But then he’d nearly lost her, and had tasted true fear. And now, he never, ever wanted to let her go again.
With confidence, he palmed her breasts, his fingers brushing over her nipples. She gasped, arching into his touch, her muscles trembling. With a grin, he teased one hand down her torso, his fingers trailing over her skin, relishing the slight whimpers pouring from her lips. Her fingers grasped his thighs, her fingernails scraping over the skin there, and Felix could smell her desire.
Without waiting, he drew his finger through the soft folds of her core, finding her hot and aching. The bud at the apex of her thighs was swollen with need, and he wasted no time rubbing it with savage precision.
She nearly came undone in his arms then and there.
Drawing away, he dipped two fingers into her, feeling her softness clenching around him, pulling him deeper inside. She wriggled backwards, the gentle swell of her ass brushing against his engorged manhood, and he drew in a sharp hiss of breath.
Evidently, she liked that reaction, as her hips began to move and buck into him, teasing him, driving him wild. He stroked his fingers inside of her, earning more of her prettymoans, and dropped his lips to the slightly salty skin of her neck, scraping his teeth over her fluttering pulse point.
“Felix, please,” she begged, her fingernails digging into his thigh. He liked that. He wanted her to mark him, to claim him for herself.
He growled, his thumb flicking over her nipple, his fingers working inside of her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
She thrust backwards, her ass rocking against him, and he grit his teeth. He would not finish after only a few bucks against her warmth like some inexperienced pup. She deserved the best, and he was going to give it to her.
With a keening whine, she collapsed, her muscles clenching as she rode out her orgasm, her chest rising and falling with the force of her breaths. He grinned savagely, not relenting his assault on her tender flesh, until she had to beg him to stop. To show her mercy.
“What is it you want, Cassiopeia?” he asked, saying each syllable like a prayer.
She groaned, her head falling back onto his shoulder, her muscles still trembling. “You, I want you, Felix.”
He stood, lifting her out of the bath, and carried her through to his bedroom.
He was only too happy to oblige.
Chapter 23 - Cassie
His touch was reverent as he laid her down in his bed, so careful not to jostle or hurt her. She wasn’t surprised. She probably looked like a complete mess of bruises and scrapes, and cuts. Still, she couldn’t find it in herself to care. For the first time in a very long time indeed, she didn’t give a single fuck what she looked like.
Not when Felix hovered over her, his expression ravenous, drinking her in like a man possessed. She was here, underneath him, the scent of his skin enveloping her.
That was all she needed.
His head dropped to her neck, pressing kisses to the sensitive skin there, gently sucking it into her mouth with just enough sharpness that fresh waves of pleasure jolted her core. She groaned, wrapping her legs firmly around his torso, the muscles of his back firm beneath her calves. She could feel him, the hot, hard length of him, pressing against her slick entrance. She needed him inside her. Needed it now. Needed it more desperately than she had ever thought possible.
But it seemed he had other ideas.
With a wicked smirk, he pulled backwards, lifting his hips away, leaving her groaning in disappointment.
“Not yet, beautiful girl,” he growled, the weight of his chest pushing her into the mattress, “I’ve got all sorts of things I want to do with you before that.”
He dipped down, capturing a nipple between his teeth, laving his tongue over it. She gasped, fingers curling in his hair, hips bucking upwards, searching for friction. One of his hands trailed down her side, his hand enormous and heavy, before itsettled at the junction of her thighs. He practically snarled when he felt the wetness gathering there, his fingers moving expertly through her soaking folds.
“Please,” she said, “God, Felix, I need you!”
“You’ve got me,” he replied with a growl, kissing his way down her stomach, his muscles rippling in the low light of the room.
When his tongue found her, she nearly fell apart there and then. With expert precision, he flicked the spot that made her toes curl and stars explode behind her eyes. She shuddered beneath him, writhing and desperate, and he pinned her hips to the bed to keep her still. One hand went further up, grasping her breast, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
