Page 66 of She Wolf

This is a night of extreme highs and lows, I gotta say.

I roll off her a minute and sit up again.

“Honestly? You really want to know?” She looks so vulnerable again, so I decide to

tell her the truth. Blowing out a breath my hand finds the back of my neck.

“It’s been a while, like maybe a year?” I ask it as a question, but how would she know?

Her mouth falls open. “The fudge? Why?”

“You’re kidding me, right?” I say incredulously. She shakes her head and bites her lip.

The sigh that leaves me is cleansing, it feels good to be getting the truth out in the open. At least now maybe she’ll know everything I’ve done and said is with complete and utter sincerity,

“If I wasn’t sleeping with you, then what was the point?” I say and her eyes widen at my admission.

She climbs on top of me. “What did I do to deserve you, Gunner Grey?”

I spin us again so I’m on top of her and pour all the words I want to say into this kiss. Then I line my raging hard cock up with her entrance.

“You ready?”

“Uh-huh.” Leaning back, I snake my hand between us and tease her with my middle finger, making sure she’s still nice and soft, eventually working my way up to two. She cups my cheek again and grabbing my aching cock, I slowly, so very slowly inch in. An uncontrollable growl that starts in the depths of my chest leaves my mouth.

“Oh Gunner, you’re so big. It feels so good.” And isn’t that just music to my ears.

“Fuck Coralie. You’re tighter than I ever imagined. My dick can’t breathe. What a way to go though, eh?” She giggles and it relaxes her more.

“Are you sure you’re, okay? Does it hurt?” I check, I’ll check every damn second.

“Move Gunner, show me what you can do.”

We both laugh this time and I pull out and slam back in. She whimpers as I work myself into a steady rhythm, giving her time to stretch around me. Relax. My arms shake as I try to hold back but nothing has ever felt like this before.

“You can let loose Gunner. You feel like you’re coiled tight.”

“Fuck…I am…but I want to go easy on you.” The sweat starts to glisten across my biceps as my neck and shoulders heat up.

“Why would you do that? Give it to me.” She locks her ankles round my hips.

“It’s our first time.” I manage to sputter out. “I want to be careful with you, I want to love you like I said I would.”

“And I want my wolf.” Now she gives me that teasing smirk I love so much.

“Then hold on tight.” I don’t really let go. I pick up the pace but the grip I have on her

is soft. I told her I was going to make love to her. There’s time to build on this area of our relationship, there’s time for fucking, for taking her anyway, anyhow. For now I just drive her into a frenzy trying to keep my own climax at bay.

“Oh, God, more, Gunner,” she begs. Witchcraft is what this is, it’s spellbinding and otherworldly.

I don’t take my eyes off her, watching as she loses all sense of control, loving that I

can do this for her, be the person she can trust with her body and her heart.

I’m in love with her, I know I am. There’s no denying it anymore. This is deeper than lust, heavier than a crush. I feel it to the depths of my soul. She’s mine.

The zip of pleasure that’s been buzzing its way down my spine has reached my cock and I know, I’m closer to the edge than I thought. She’s fluttering around me practically squeezing me to death.

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