Page 29 of The Wolf and His Forbidden Witch
Pulling his shirt off, she slid her hands beneath it and touched the hard planes of his chest. Her fingers trembled slightly as they coasted over his carved muscles. Every inch of his torso was hard, even the enticing crevices in his tight abs.
She explored his body, astonished that this hulk of a man who was also so gentle and considerate, wanted her. And he was a wolf shifter, no less! All her perceptions about his kind had been shattered since she met him. He was nothing like the other shifters she’d met, nothing likeanyoneshe’d ever known. Fascinating.
As she continued down into the dips of his vee, her mouth turned dry. She swallowed and hesitated at the top of his pants, licking her parched lips as she pictured freeing his erection. The outline of which strained beneath the zipper. She ran her fingers over the promising bulge, and he moaned.
She took a deep breath and unfastened his pants, yearning to feel the hard length of him inside her. Grayson reached around her back. He unfastened her bra with effortless finesse, as smooth as all his movements. When he removed it and tossed it to the end of the bed, his gaze raked over her once more, his eyes gleaming with even more intensity.
Aurora should stop this before they went any further. This was wrong.
He exhaled with parted lips. “So beautiful.” His speech was little more than a whisper.
But damn, it felt so good. So right.
Grayson kissed her as he led her into his bedroom and onto his bed. He covered her body with his massive one. As he kissed along her collarbone, he cupped and caressed each breast. As his mouth traveled down, he left her skin tingling with awareness. When he dipped his head lower and circled her nipple with his warm tongue, she released a heavy sigh.
As he continued to taste and touch each breast, her anticipation flared. A sensual craving grew between her legs, where she urgently needed him.
He placed his hand over her stomach, the warmth of his fingers on her skin giving her another sense that she was being claimed—something she’d never deemed possible before now. He slid his hand down over to the top of her pants and unbuttoned them.
“Let me help.” She arched her hips and helped slide them off her legs.
Grayson’s gaze skimmed over her on his bed as she was only left wearing a tiny pair of black panties.
He skimmed his fingers over the edge of them. “How did you know I’d like these?”
She didn’t, but if she was truthful to herself, maybe a part of her knew something might happen with her coming here tonight. After all, she could have just put on her usual choice of cotton ones.
Before she could summon words for an answer, he kissed the skin on her lower belly. Heat curled inside and she squirmed, aching for more.
With each touch of his kiss, her body trembled with need. As if mirroring her desperation, he slid the tiny fabric off her body. The cooler air of the room caressed her bare flesh, drawing her awareness to her nudity.
His hungry gaze descended and his nostrils flared. A primal-sounding growl vibrated from somewhere deep within his chest, rumbling through her with a dangerous, thrilling reminder of his wolfish nature. “I can’t wait to touch all of you. And taste you.”
Neither could she. Just picturing him taking her that way was enough to send a new surge of yearning deep within her core.
He slipped his hand in between her legs and then stroked her flesh. “You’re so wet.” A rumbling groan followed. “I want you so bad, Aurora.”
“Yes, I need you, too.” Her plea ended with a gasp.
“I’ll give you everything you need,” he promised.
She’d never heard his voice like that before, so rough and feral. What a turn on.
He lowered his head and kissed her inner thighs.
She trembled and sucked in a shaky breath. His warm breath tickled her bare skin, tormenting her. She panted, waiting, waiting…
Only when he speared her with a long swipe of his tongue did she exhale. Then Grayson commanded complete control over her body and mind. Her thoughts were muddied, drowned out by pure sensation. He took his sweet, deliberate, tortuous time as he explored her, and the effect on her was dizzying.
He added his hands and played her like she was an instrument he’d practiced on a thousand times. How was he so intuitive to her needs? No one had ever touched her this way, ramping up her desire until she was a hot, frantic mess.
With his skillful ministrations, she was convinced he was staking a claim on her, as strange as that seemed. Yet, she wanted it. Wanted him like she’d never yearned for anyone before.
And she needed more of him, now.
Grayson
Grayson had fantasized countless times about what it would be like to be with his mate, who in his mind had been a murky mystery until Aurora had first stepped into his office. Since he’d met her, his fantasies had grown far more illicit as he pictured having her in his bed and claiming her as his.
