Page 8 of Savage Hunter

“And it looks like I’m not the only one with an excellent memory.” He strokes his thumb over my pussy lips. “You did this for me?” He sounds awe struck.

Apparently not satisfied with merely touching, Wolfe traces his nose over the smooth skin.

I spread my legs farther for him.

“There’s no one else I would torture myself for,” I admit. I’m not sure how that makes me appear. Inexperienced, definitely. Naïve. I could go on. But I’ll settle on being hopeful.

“How can I have earned such a treasure,” he rumbles much like an actual wolf would growl. This man’s pleasure reverberates through him to stroke against my senses.

Running the rough pads of his fingers up the back of my thigh, I easily follow his silent instructions and lift a leg to rest over his shoulder.

He leans in, gathers my juices on the tips of his tongue and leans his head back as if savoring the taste of me.

I survey his face, the feel of his possessive hands on my hips. In a deep low growl he asks, “Have you saved yourself for me?” His voice is as dark as the night surrounding us. There’s a hint of wildness to his tone too. Like he’ll ruin any man I’ve let touch me.

Uncaring of what the rough stone does to my delicate dress he preaches me on the edge of the wide balustrade.

“Put your hands on the edge and hold on.”

I do as he instructs, feeling a rush of adrenaline shoot through me.

But I have my own ideas as he spreads both of my legs over his shoulders.

My fingers glide through his hair, and his lips find my wet pussy. The first flick of his tongue against my throbbing clit sends live currents to shoot through my veins. It’s like a jolt of adrenaline and ten espressos hitting my system at the same time.

My mouth hinges open at the same time my head falls back. Wind coming up off the sea whips through my hair and I can only imagine this is what it felt like when a pirate took virgin forbidden maidens at high sea. The only thing missing is the ship.

I gasp and tip my hips, giving him more access to have more of me. Am I greedy? Oh, absolutely.

But so is he.

The man’s wicked lips draws pleasure from me. Hot liquid spills from my core and he seems to love it from the way he has his face buried between my thighs.

His touch is gentle, demanding. But his lips, teeth and tongue are possessive in ways I dreamed of as recently as last night.

I reach down and hold myself open for him and receive a kiss to my throbbing clit for my efforts.

“Good girl,” he moans huskily, and it fills me with a sense of pride to know I can please a man so out of my league.

And then he does what he did to me the last time he had me spread over his shoulder and his tongue laving at my core.

Two thick fingers penetrate my dripping channel. My virgin walls clamp around the intrusion and he takes his time easing me open. “Give me what I want, sweet Harmonia. Don’t hold back. I’ll take nothing less than all of your cum.”

He works his fingers deeper. Warmth spreads through me. I cling to the stone then his shoulders. Anything I can grab to keep from falling over the edge from the force of pleasure wracking through my body.

A protective arm wraps around me. “Let yourself go. You’re safe with me.”

The heat inside me intensifies until I don’t know if I want to scream or melt into his arms.

“Oh, Wolfe,” I pant, unable to catch my breath.

He abruptly stands, lifts me off the hard balustrade and places me in front of a large lounge the size of a queen bed.

The hiss of a zipper lowering hits my ears at the same time my dress falls to the floor around my feet.

Suddenly I’m fully naked and his large hands are pushing me to my knees.

He slides a hand from the dip of my back all the way up until he has both of my shoulders in his hands. Between us, his bare cock slips into the seam of my backside. His broad form covers me completely from the sea air. I feel nothing but the heat of our bodies and the fire roaring through me for him to take me and fulfill his promise.

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