Page 22 of Howl For Me
The smell of her arousal floated through the air. He breathed in deep and knew he needed to get reacquainted with the taste of her. It was a taste he knew all too well. He flipped them over.
“I’ve missed you more than you could ever know,” he growled against the soft flesh of her belly. His eyes met hers, and he saw the pained expression that crossed through hers. He would make her remember. Whatever he had to do, he would get her to remember them.
Remember what was between us.
He trailed hot, open kisses along her belly, stopping at the edge of her leggings. He leaned back and removed her sandals along with the leggings, leaving her only in the small scrap of material that acted as panties.
He released a curse as the smell of her arousal increased.
He locked his eyes on hers before he reached up and ripped the offending material off her.
“Gavin,” she moaned.
His cock hardened at the sound of his name on her tongue. She licked her lips and spread her legs wide for him.
“Make me remember.”
He moved his gaze down to her, finding her presenting her glistening pussy for him.
This was his.
His woman.
He leaned down, eager to have the taste of her on his tongue once again. He spread her silky brown pussy lips, finding her core pink and drenched with her desire. He took one long swipe of her, tasting her.
She cried out, arching her back while his tongue left no part of her unexplored. He still remembered what made her moan, what made her curse, and what made her scream. There was not a day that went by that he didn’t think of his Damara reaching her climax either on his cock or his tongue.
As her mate, it was his job to ensure she was satisfied in every way sexually.
He would prove today that he was her mate and leave no doubt in her mind that she belonged to him. Memory or no memory, her body and her wolf would know who he was.
His tongue found its way to her buried little sensitive nub of nerves. She called out his name once he sucked on it. He focused on her clit with his tongue and slid one finger inside her soaked channel. Her muscles gripped his finger tight as he thrust it deeper.
Her body shook when he introduced another finger inside her. He would be unmerciful on his taking of her today. He would give her all that he had to give. She cried out and thrust her hips against his face. He growled his pleasure at the moisture seeped out of her, coating his fingers and his face. He loved how she let loose, growling, cursing while she rode his face.
He twisted his fingers around, hitting a certain spot that he remembered would send her hips flying. One move, and he got what he knew would come. She screamed with her orgasm slamming into her. He refused to let go of her clit, wanting the sensations to continue pouring over her. She chanted his name while her muscles contracted.
Her body slumped onto the blanket. He sat up and quickly shucked his shoes and jeans off. His cock sprang free, ready to feel the familiar warm channel of his mate.
“Damara, open your eyes,” he commanded, bracing himself over her.
She did as he requested, her legs widening to accommodate him so he could settle into the valley of her thighs. The wetness between her legs coated his stomach.
“Say my name.”
He needed to hear her say his name. He wanted to ensure that she knew who he was. That it was her mate taking her. Reminding her that even if she didn’t remember their past, that she would surely remember the present.
“Gavin,” she whispered, cupping his face with her hands. A small tear fell from her eyes as she stared up into his.
He pushed the blunt tip of his cock against her slick opening, drawing some of the moisture onto him.
“Say it again,” he growled.
“Gavin!” she cried out when he thrust deep within her core.
He paused and squeezed his eyes tight, trying not to release early, but knew that this would be a losing battle. It had been way too long.
Five years since he’d had his mate.
