Page 69 of Hunted By Wolves and Shadow
She looked up at me with sparks of heat lighting her eyes that set us both on fire. “I was only gone a day.”
“Too long,” I whispered.
Her hands found the back of my neck, and mine skimmed up her ribs to cup the swell of her breasts. It was all I could do to break away from our kisses for air. My hands traced her body like I might wake any moment to find this was nothing short of the best dream I’d ever had.
The kiss deepened, lengthening like a glimmering sunbeam I didn’t want to let fade. I could kiss her all night, our hands moving restlessly over each other’s bodies. It would be more than enough, but I was ravenous for her.
Everything was new again. Every kiss a revelation. Every touch a discovery. Being able to do this with her—being allowed to breathe in her space, let alone kiss and hold her—unveiled the intimacy I craved. She was a sun-sent avowal, an indulgence, my perfect serenity.
I wanted to hold every piece of her with every part of me, closer than this. Skin to skin. Heart to heart. I wanted to be one with her in every way that counted. I’d never known need like I felt for this woman, and I couldn’t imagine it ever lessening.
“Should we go back to the cottage?” I asked, breathless. I wasn't sure I could make it to the cottage because my knees were locked just to stop them from shaking in anticipation of having Emi again. My love. My heart. The thought that we could have this together forever was too much, so I focused on now.
Thankfully, she glanced around and pulled me to the blanket with her. “We're alone here.”
It was all the invitation I needed.
Blankets on the ground under a canopy of pink and purple streaked sky made the perfect bed to lay Emi down. One piece of clothing at a time, I undressed her, slowing to kiss her when my hands shook too much to continue.
Even including the first time she’d taken me to bed, which was beyond incredible, I’d never been so turned on as I was knowing she loved me the same way I loved her. My body ached with want, straining free as she stripped me quickly.
We were both more than ready, and with Emi’s body open to me, it was nothing at all to guide us together in that perfect union. My eyes fell to half-mast as I slid deep into her heat, and her head fell back on a beautiful cry. How had I thought I could live without this? She was perfect for me in every way, like she was made for me. And she was mine.
I kissed her everywhere. Her hair, her temples, her chin, her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. I kissed down to the soft crease at her elbow and slid my tongue over the strong, fast pulse at her wrist. Emi whimpered.
She never had to beg. I would make love to this woman any time she asked for it, so I moved faster when she rocked her hips into mine.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Wolf! Please.”
“You make this so hard, sweetheart.”
Her lips curled into a lascivious smile. “Isn’t that the idea?”
I kissed away her naughty grin. “Not what I meant, little menace. I wanted to go slow, make this last all night. But I don’t think I can control myself with you looking so sweet andsounding like pure sin. You make me want to act like the beast I still am.”
“Do it. Take what you need, Wolf, because I need you just the same. And who says I’ll be done with you after once? We have all night. All the time in the world to go slow the second time, or third.” She tightened her heels behind my thighs and canted her hips, driving me deeper inside her. She was perfect.
On a slow glide back I searched her face. What I found was pure trust and desire, untethered lust and unfettered love. Knowing I had her faith was the last trigger, and I unleashed with long hard drives that took us both to another plane.
Emi’s eyes fluttered, her lip caught between her teeth, and my name fell out on each of her frantic exhales. Her hands scrabbled over my shoulders, nails digging into my back. It was the hottest thing I’d ever felt, knowing she was as wild for me as I was for her. I wanted her marks on my skin.
“I love you, I love you.” It was a chant from my lips to her ear.
My thighs burned but I didn’t let up, and Emi met me on every plunging thrust, my perfect match in all ways. I was so far inside her, the force of it split the fabric of my heart and hers, fusing us together until we shared one pulsing, pounding, driving beat.
She was pure love—generous and strong, consuming and giving, forcefully surrendering and taking in equal measure. Emi’s hair splayed like a breathtaking cloud, near burgundy in the sunset and so arrestingly stunning I had to remember how to breathe. How could she be mine? How could she have chosen me after everything?
I slowed and her eyes flew open to meet mine before I captured her mouth in a hot, desperate kiss.
“You feel so good,” she told me. “You fill me in all the ways I didn’t know I needed. Don’t stop.”
Emi would probably always have her insecurities, but I’d never stop telling her how much she meant to me, filling her well ofconfidence. I would earn her trust each day, proving her faith in me was deserved. I would never let her think there was even a possibility of me walking away from her again, not when she was my everything, my whole world.
I already knew I’d never get enough of her. It didn’t matter if I had her in my bed every night from now on. Didn’t matter how many times I had her pinned beneath me, wrapped around me, moaning my name. I would always want more. I would never stop wanting Emi every way I could have her.
Making love with Emi was as incredible as she was. Fierce. Determined. Powerful. It had claws, pulling me deeper, demanding more, not letting me go. Yet it was precious and tender at the same time, unbearably generous and unstoppably passionate. How could I feel so many things at the same time? The answer I found in the wild and gorgeous eyes staring back at me was that it was us, somehow, because we were equally lost in this together.
