God, he was handsome.
And he was huge.
His na**d body slid in bed beside her, mostly on her, and she took his warmth and his immense weight gladly.
She looked in his clear, blue eyes.
“Hi,” she breathed.
He smiled.
God, he had a great smile.
Her arm wrapped around him as her other hand went up, as it always did, to touch his beautiful face. Her fingertips in his thick hair, her thumb glided along his dark eyebrow then down, over this sharp cheekbone then down, along his full bottom lip.
She watched, fascinated (no matter how many times she saw it) as the tawny spikes shot out of his pupils and the normal sky blue color of his irises was forced out and the warm, glittering, deliciously hungry tiger’s eye took over.
She lifted her head from the pillow and placed her mouth against his. “Where have you been, my handsome wolf?”
His tongue glided along her lower lip.
Sonia shivered and opened her legs so his h*ps could fall through.
This was, mostly, an invitation.
It was also so she could wrap him lovingly, protectively in her limbs.
She heard him growl as she felt it against her mouth.
She shivered again.
Then, his deep voice rough with approval, he said, “Always in heat, my little one.”
“Only for you,” she whispered, her breath catching, her heart racing, her skin warming.
She didn’t need him to touch her, kiss her, anything.
He just needed to be near and she was ready for him.
“What do you want?” his voice rumbled, his h*ps pressing. She could feel the promise of him and she could… not… wait.
“You, inside me,” she answered.
“Just like that?” he teased.
“You’ve been gone a while,” she told him and arched her back. “I missed you.”
She watched close up as his face gentled before he murmured, “Baby doll.”
She loved it when he referred to her as “little one” because, at five foot nine (and three quarters) she was far from little.
But she loved it even better when he called her “baby doll”.
She pressed her lips against his, tightened her limbs around his body, lifted her h*ps into his, dug her nails into the muscles of his back and begged, “Please, my handsome wolf, f**k –”
She didn’t finish, his h*ps reared back, her breath caught in thrilling anticipation and she waited for his invasion.
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