Page 24 of In Her Own Rite

“Oh,” she gasps, rocking against me. I slide it slowly in and out of her, bringing my mouth back to her clit. The pace is steady, building as her moans grow louder and more rhythmic.

“More,” she whispers again, and I remove my hand to add a second finger.

“No,” she gasps, shaking her head. “You. I want you.”

My vision grows cloudy, and I stand up, looking around. We’re in the fucking library. There’s a sofa, but I’m not going to have her on an old couch like we’re at some mainland movie frat party.

As though thinking the same, she walks to it and removes one of the pillows, dropping it onto the rug. My inner wolf pants at the sight of her, wild with the scent of sex and hunger andme. She looks untamed—hair mussed, the red silk of her dress hanging haphazardly off of her hips—and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I walk over to her, reaching for her body, but she shakes her head and pulls at my shirt.

“Off,” she commands.

I do as I’m told, reaching for the bottom hem to pull it over my head. As I lift it, my shoulder hurts and I wince. She helps guide it off, exposing the bare skin of my chest and the gauze wrapped around my stomach.

“Oh,” she gasps, and the air between us grows still, sweet. Her hands are feather-light on the bandages, touching me, checking me, her brow furrowed with concern. Something in my chest hurts, seeing that look on her face.

“I’m okay,” I say, my hand coming to rest on top of hers.

She looks up at me, ocean eyes wide. “Do you still want to…?”

“God, yes,” I say, and sink to my knees on the floor.

She lifts the red dress over her head and looks down at me, her whole body exposed in the moonlight. Like this, she looks like a goddess: wild, free, too beautiful for this earth. Her skin smooth like marble; her frame perfect, the faded stretch marks on her hips and the tender shape of her stomach only making me want to devour her more.

She comes down to the ground for me, lying back so her head comes to rest on the cushion. I lean forward to lean over her, my hips between her legs, my mouth returning to kiss her neck and chest. I want to work my way back down, to make her come before I enter her. But she uses one foot to tug lazily at the waistband of my pants.

“Off,” she says again, playfully now.

I’ve never seen her like this: languid, sensual, confident.

“Impatient.” I smile against the skin of her neck, sucking on the spot that makes her gasp. Her back arches under me, her breasts pressing against the skin of my chest.

“I’ve waited long enough,” she says, and it’s true for both of us.

I remove my pants, then my boxers, exposing myself. My cock is hard, thick with desire, glistening with precum. Her eyes go wide as she takes me in.

“Woah,” she whispers.

“Thanks.”

She rolls her eyes, joy tugging at her lips. “Arrogant much?”

“Just a little.” I come to lean over her again. “But I can back it up, I promise.”

Something changes in her face. Just before I enter her, she stops me.

“Kier?”

“Yeah?”

“Promise it’ll be the same tomorrow,” she says, her voice suddenly nervous. “Promise you’ll still love me the same.”

Something in my chest aches. The same tomorrow; right back to how it’s been all these years.Just one night, I think to myself. But I can’t help myself. I bring my face over hers and kiss her slowly.

“I promise I’ll still love you the same,” I say, and mean it.

She nods. “Go slow for me, okay?” she asks, and I nod.

I take myself in hand and guide my cock down her slit until I find her opening.

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