Page 53 of Hungry Like a Wolf
“Carmel. Stand up.” His voice was firm, demanding obedience.
With shaking legs, she did as he’d asked and stood. Focusing on one section of fur—a piece with several dark strands in it—she bent over. Double. Then with a few tugs and flicks, she raised her gown up her legs and over her bare buttocks. Presenting herself to him with her gown pooled in the hollow of her back. Palms flat and fingers sinking into the thick pile.
She squeezed her eyes shut. The humiliation of baring her naked ass shred a dignity she’d always held dear.
“What are you doing?” he asked gruffly.
“I am ready for you, as you requested.” The cool air washed over her buttocks. She hadn’t realized how hot she was. She swallowed and waited for him to kick her ankles apart, shove his cock in deep and blast out his desire.
“Like that?” he asked.
“I may be a virgin, but I have been told this much.” Oh, why couldn’t he just get it over and done with?
“Carmel.” He was behind her. She could feel his body heat and hear his breathing.
This was it. She braced for impact.
“Carmel, I am not a horse or a dog, or a pig or an elk, for that matter.” He set his wide hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed her flesh almost to the point of pain.
She gasped and locked her knees. “Oh!”
“And much as I am tempted to fuck you like this, and I will at some point, this is not right for our wedding night.” He squeezed her ass some more, pushed her forward, then pulled her back onto his cock. But it didn’t penetrate. The heated shaft lay against the cleft of her ass.
“I… I don’t know what you mean.”
“You will.” He reached for her and pulled her to standing. With her back to his naked chest and his cock lodged betweenthem, he whispered, “I want to see your face when I am inside you. Ineedto see your face, to make sure I am getting it right for you.” He turned her and crooked his finger beneath her chin. The hem of her gown fell around her ankles again. “Tonight is about you, not me.”
“But I…” The reflection of the flames gave his eyes an ethereal glow. A few strands of his hair were damp from where he’d just washed and hung to the left of his temple.
“Carmel, I want you, my cock is already hard for you, but there is more to those words.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I want you to learn the pleasure a man and woman can find together. That is what I really want.”
His hardness pressed against her. It was impossibly big and solid; she didn’t dare look at it. “I can’t imagine there will be any pleasure, just pain.”
He frowned as though her words had pained him. “Do you have so little faith in your god?”
“I have ample faith.”
“Then trust that he has made the joining of a man and woman pleasurable.” He paused and ran his finger down her neck, to the hollow of her throat. “Do you trust me?”
“I want to,” she said breathily.
“So do.”
“I’ll try.”
“When the sun rises, you will understand what I mean about pleasure.” He ran his fingers to the neckline of her dress. He traced it left to right, his touch a gentle caress. “But I can’t tell you. I have to show you.”
He lowered his head and kissed her. A gentle, unrushed kiss that created a strange longing inside her that wasn’t at all unpleasant. If she did trust him, would she get more of that feeling? Would it grow?
She rested her hands on his bare chest and then found herself running her palms up his warm flesh to circle his neck. Despite her fears of being close to him, it felt right.
“You taste of everything I’ve ever needed,” he murmured, kissing across her cheek. “I’m so thankful to have found you.”
“Oh…Ravn.”
She tipped her head back and he cradled the crown of her head and kissed down her neck. It was like having butterflies brushing against her. How could such a big man be so delicate?
“We need this off.” He found the lacing on the back of her gown and undid it.
