"And what about the third time?" he growled, as he pressed his fingers against my shoulder and lightly pushed me backward.
"Will you be able to manage a third time?" I teased.
Something flared in his eyes and my heart skipped several beats. A challenge had been given and accepted. I was in for one hell of an afternoon.
The backs of my knees hit the base of the bed, and I let myself fall backward, bouncing lightly and grinning in anticipation. He smiled and crawled onto the bed, his body straddling mine but not touching.
"I am Aedh," he murmured, his face so close to mine that it felt like I was breathing in the very essence of him. "And I intend to make love to you until your body is weak and you beg me to stop."
I chuckled and cupped his cheek with my hand. "I'm half werewolf, so it'll take a whole lot of loving before that happens."
His lips twitched. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
Then his mouth met mine and he kissed me fiercely. I wrapped my legs around his, desperately trying to pull him down on top of me, aching with the need to feel skin on skin, skin inside skin. He resisted, his mouth moving from mine, trailing kisses over my chin and down my neck. But it was teeth that grazed my nipples, and I gasped in pleasure, my body arching in response.
He chuckled softly. "I think you like that."
He didn't give me the chance to reply, simply nipped again, teasing each hard nub lightly between his teeth then sucking gently. I shuddered and groaned under the pleasurable assault, and wrapped my legs higher around his body, drawing my hips upward until his penis teased my clitoris. I rubbed gently, back and forth, gradually sliding him farther and farther into my slickness until he pushed lightly inside. I kept the contact shallow, allowing only the tip of him to enter before quickly pulling back and repeating the whole process. His body began to shake with the force of his desire and the smell of lust and sex was thick in the air, mingling with the aroma of man and power, creating a heady mixture that had all my senses reeling.
Or maybe that was the magic of his mouth, the kisses he rained all over my body, the clever way he seemed to know just when to bite and when to caress.
And then, just when I thought I could take no more, he leaned close, his lips brushing my ear as he said, "I think I need to fuck you now."
"Do it," I said, my voice so breathless with longing that I barely recognized it. "Please, just do it."
And with those words, he plunged inside me, going as deep as it was possible to go. Pleasure, pure and basic, rammed through me as forcefully as his flesh, and I gasped, my body arching up against his, my hands on the scarred planes of his back, holding him tight.
He began to move, not slowly, not gently, but fiercely. My own movements were just as urgent, just as demanding. It had been far too long—if ever—since I'd experienced pleasure this damn good.