Fear of Fire and Shadow (The Fade #1) - Samantha Young Page 0,100

up my thighs, and a fierceness flashed across his face. “But I’m a selfish bastard, and I’m going to take it.”

I wanted to disagree, to tell him that he deserved everything he wanted, but suddenly his head was between my thighs and—

“Wolfe!” I gasped in amazement at the feel of the first lick. I lifted my hips, widening my legs, wanting more. So much more! I groaned with sheer pleasure as he kissed and nuzzled and licked and sucked until I was writhing with coiling tension.

Then there was pressure as he pushed two fingers inside of me. He moved them in and out, causing the tension to climb to a breaking point. My heart raced so hard. My skin was hot and damp with sweat. I couldn’t take much more of this!

And then my whole body stiffened, and it was like a tidal wave of ecstasy rolling through me as my inner muscles rippled around Wolfe’s fingers. I cried out, unable to stifle the sound of my release.

Wolfe covered me, swallowing my gasps in his deep, voracious kisses that made me feel light-headed on top of my climax. When he pulled back, his muscles seemed to strain with need, and then I felt him scorching and throbbing at my core. I whimpered as renewed need flooded me. “Are you ready? It will probably hurt the first time.”

“I know.” I wound my arms around his shoulders and stroked my fingers across his smooth, hot skin. His muscles were hard beneath my touch. “But I want you.”

Wolfe kissed me again, slower, gentler, brushing his mouth across mine, and then he nudged his arousal against me. I braced for his entrance but instead, his lips left my mouth to caress my jaw and then my throat and chest … He kissed every inch of me, sucking on my nipples until they were hard and tender and my thighs were climbing his hips. As he lavished attention on my breasts, he undulated between my legs, his arousal kissing me, teasing me, until I was desperate for more.

“Wolfe,” I moaned, my nails biting into his back, “I can’t …” I needed him inside me. I needed us to become one.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he said harshly, and I nodded.

“Yes, yes, come inside me.”

His hands depressed the mattress on either side of my head, his chest lifting up off my body. He nudged my knee with his and I opened my legs wider at his silent request.

I looked up into his eyes.

He stared back at me, his cheeks flushed, his expression bright with desire and love. My pulse raced faster, impossibly so. I slid my hand around his nape, my fingers curling in his thick, soft hair, and I gently pulled him toward me.

Our lips brushed, causing my mouth to tingle, but as I traced my tongue along the edge of his upper lip, Wolfe sank into the kiss. I sucked on his tongue and Wolfe stiffened with shock before his groan vibrated down my throat seconds.

He thrust into me.

I cried out, the sound swallowed in his deep kiss. A flare of pain rippled up from my lower back to sprinkle shivers across my shoulders, and Wolfe broke the kiss, holding himself above me, still, tense.

“Rogan,” he panted, “are you all right?”

As the pain dissipated, I felt only pressure, fullness. “I think you should move.”

“Stop?” A bead of sweat slid down Wolfe’s temple as he strained above me for control.

“No.” I assured him, my fingers biting into his shoulders. “But there is more to this … isn’t there?”

He gave a huff of strangled laughter. “Yes,” he said. “Let me show you how much more.”

Wolfe withdrew until he was almost gone and then pushed back in. I still ached but as he withdrew again, and glided back in, pleasure began to stir beneath the pinch. And then Wolfe reached between our bodies and his thumb found the bundle of nerves he’d licked and sucked earlier, and my pleasure grew tenfold. The next time Wolfe withdrew, I muffled a cry of surprise at the delicious sensation that moved through me, and I arched my hips trying to pull him back.

“Haven, Rogan. Your body is haven,” Wolfe growled, and his thrusts picked up speed.

I slid my hands down his back and clutched at his buttocks, pulling him into me, and his eyes widened marginally.

“Rogan,” he grunted. “I’ll lose control.”

“Yes,” I gasped, pushing into the fast pumping of his strong hips. “Yes, Wolfe. Please. Lose—ah!” I tensed and then