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I whimper in response, my chest heaves with heavy breath, pushing my breasts right into him with every inhale.
“Your heart flutters like this whenever I’m near you. Youwantme to slide my hand right under this dress.”
Do I?
“Youwantto find out how much faster I can make this fluttering heart beat.”
“Fuck you!” I spit out as best I can, the word I never really use feeling foreign on my tongue, but I have no hands left to claw him with.
His skin has scratches on it from my nails and his cheek is red, but he doesn’t even seem to notice.
“My heart beats faster because… I’m afraid of you,” I say honestly, looking into his eyes, hoping he will feel badly enough to let me go and wishing he wouldn’t all at the same time.
“I know,” he growls. “I fuckingloveit.”
“Please…” I whimper, half in ecstasy, half in terror.
This man gets off on scaring me and I have no idea what he’s capable of.
I stare up into his violent eyes, his godlike face seeming completely devoid of empathy. He’s a hunter whose only purpose is to trap his prey, and right now his prey is me.
“I bet you’ve always done everything right, haven’t you?” Wolfe asks as his free hand slides to the zipper at the back of my strapless dress.
“Y-yes,” I stutter.
“Did you know humans are the only species that relatespermission to anything sexual? For every other species that roams this earth, it is simply taken.”
He pulls my zipper roughly, and before I even realize what is happening my dress pools at my feet.
“Desire and primal need are the only rules that are followed,” he says.
I gasp as my nipples pebble even more when the cool air hits them. This earns a growl from Wolfe before he dips his head and pulls one into his hot mouth, toying with it against his tongue. I want to fight but…
Holy shit. That feels so good.
I lean my head back against the bookcase and let out a ragged moan, I absentmindedly push my hips toward him.
“It’s quite simple. You just let your body take what it wants.” Wolfe’s teeth graze my nipple before his tongue rolls over it and I quiver beneath his lips.
“You don’t know…what I want…” I pant out. He moves to my other breast and plays with that nipple in his mouth for a moment and I may combust with a pleasure I’ve never felt.
“But I do…I already know you.” His lips trail over me as one hand still holds my wrists and the other circles my waist, gliding over all the skin he can manage.
“Youwantto know what it’s like to be properly handled by a man. A man who can satisfy every dark craving you’ve ever had but have never admitted.”
“I’ve had men that can do that,” I lie in pathetic defense. My words come out garbled and trail off in a moan as his lips skim my breast and his tongue flicks against the peak of my nipple. My drunken courage only seems to piss him off. Wolfe bites down on my nipple and I cry out as tiny zaps of pleasure rush my core.
It hits me as I angle my hips closer to him without shame that thisiswhat I want. What I always wished for with Evan, but I know now Evan wasn’t capable of this. I never thought any man was…
“No, little hummingbird, you haven’t, because you only just met me today.” He moves his head down to the skin beneath my earlobe, my hands start to lose sensation under his clasp. Wolfe takes his time to breathe me in, running his nose along the column of my throat. “It’s not wise to test that smart mouth with me. I’m already testing every bit of fucking patience I have with you in my space,” he snarls, biting down hard on my earlobe.
I whimper in pain but outwardly, it sounds like pleasure.
“Pain doesn’t scare you…” It isn’t a question, it’s an assessment, but I don’t miss the tone of surprise that lines his voice. No, paindoesscare me, I want to say in protest, but I don’t. My body isn’t listening to my mind like it should and right now my body is winning, hands down.
Wolfe’s hand slides over the thin cotton of my panties and with a flick of a wrist he adds a slap to my pussy. I must be having an out of body experience because I moan again, loudly.
“You get off on it,” he growls, his brow knotted in frustration.
