board abs I appreciated so much.
Those Calvin Klein underwear models, splashed across the billboards, had nothing on my mate.
By the gleam in his eyes, I had the feeling he wanted to love me hard and fast, but I knew he’d honor my virgin status. In spite of his animal nature, he’d proven to be a gentleman in every way. I could anticipate having all my needs met.
The seething passion that seemed to hang like a haze between us, made it impossible for me to halt my own hands as they worked overtime to remove my jacket and tank. I wiggled out of my pants at the same time Zane dropped his on the floor.
Rushes of burning heat flooded my face and pooled between my legs when I caught the first glimpse of his very impressive manhood, thick and heavy with need. My legs parted automatically.
A throaty moan rushed from his lungs, as his eyes lasered in on my black-laced panties, soaked by my arousal, the only item remaining between his erection and my flesh.
He moved over me like a silent predator, crouching above his captured prey.
There was no doubt; I was certifiably Zane-captured.
I quivered wildly when his mouth found the soft mound of my breast, his hand possessing the other. He tasted and tugged, devouring me
Rising up, his knees on either side of me, he looked ferociously at my splayed legs, his gaze once again resting on the triangle between them. “I hope you’re not too attached to those panties.” The sensuality in his voice created a raging inferno between my legs that I knew he alone could extinguish.
I whimpered, “Take them off, now.” I arched my pelvis to meet his hand.
With one swift motion the lacy material was tossed to the floor with the rest of our discarded clothing.
I lay bare; my legs open in invitation for this god of men, my very own werewolf, who I realized, without any lingering reservations, I couldn’t live without.
Instead of thrusting in as I expected and half-hoped for, he repositioned himself and began leisurely tormenting my body, bringing it into complete and utter submission.
Squirming beneath his touch, I gave myself over to his skilled hands.
His tongue taunted and teased my nipples, while his hand circled my stomach, creating a trail of fire as it made its way lower.
A moment of insecurity invaded when his hand caressed my mound for the first time. Being a sun lover and avid bikini wearer, I shaved a majority of my hair off.
My worries were squelched, at the sound of his appreciative groan.
“Oh, baby, you are so smooth, so sexy,” he crooned, parting my folds and exploring my wetness.
A primal moan escaped as I rocked in perfect rhythm to his expert touch, begging with my body for more. Sensing my urgency, he slipped one finger inside, fueling my passion. One finger was joined by another, than a third, stretching me impossibly wide. The thrill of such excruciating pleasure, overpowered the sting his fingers triggered. I grew slicker and hotter as he increased the speed and growled wildly.
“I can’t take this. I …”
In a blur of motion, Zane was poised over me, his manhood nudging, pressing against me, seeking entrance.
“Yes,” I pleaded, grinding my hips and pushing myself eagerly against his shaft, opening my legs even wider. The idea of a gentlemanly love making session no longer appealed. I wanted it to be fierce. “Don’t hold back, please.”
“I love you, need you,” he groaned, meeting my eyes.
With a conquering roar, he plunged inside my folds. A searing pain and tearing sensation sliced through me, to be almost instantly replaced by penetrating pleasure. I rose to meet his deepening thrusts, wrapping my legs around his back, and gripping his shoulders to gain purchase.
Something was building inside me, a hot throbbing response to his smooth stabs. I felt myself stretching wider to accommodate his increasing size.
“Oh, Zane …” I cried, bucking beneath him.
Feel everything, my Princess, Zane spoke into my mind. Experience what I’m feeling.
I was totally unprepared for what followed.
My core shattered into a million tiny pieces of unparalleled pleasure as everything that Zane was experiencing exploded into my mind, intensifying every kiss, touch, and thrust.
Wanting him to have the same experience, I flooded his thoughts with my own overwhelming ecstasy.
Hearing myself scream, I reached a place of fiery release so intense I sobbed as the aching swirls of pleasure mounted and erupted, sending stars shooting behind my eyelids.
In that same moment, Zane cried out, a roar feral and