Callum waited as she did this, also loving the feel of her memorizing his features like she did every time he came to her after he roamed.
However, he thought, as she did it, he should be memorizing hers for she would be gone from this earth long before he would.
She lifted her head from the pillow and placed her mouth against his, taking him from his thoughts. “Where have you been, my handsome wolf?”
Instead of answering, he glided his tongue along her lower lip.
Sonia shivered and opened her legs so his h*ps could fall through.
An invitation.
As ever, his greedy, little queen wanted his cock.
Then she wrapped him lovingly, protectively, in her limbs. As ever, her movements were an eloquent indication of her adoration of more than his cock, of all that was him.
At the reminder of this, Callum growled against her mouth.
She shivered again underneath him.
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, all without anything but his presence.
“What do you want?” he asked low, his h*ps pressing into hers, knowing, when he buried himself inside her, she’d be wet, slick, ready for him.
“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.”
He felt his face gentle.
He knew she missed it when he was gone even if it was a minute but especially when it was hours while he roamed.
He knew it because he missed her just the same.
He knew he shouldn’t do it. He had so little time with her and he’d wish this time back when she was gone.
But he was wolf, he needed to roam.
Understanding her yearning for him in a way he was glad she’d never know just as he detested the fact that he carried that same yearning every moment and would hold onto it for eternity, he murmured softly, “Baby doll.”
She was done talking. He knew this too as 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 –”
He didn’t let her finish. He was done talking too.
His h*ps reared back, he heard her breath catch and he prepared to invade.
* * * * *
Sonia lay with her head on his shoulder, her fingers sifting lazily through the hair on his chest.
He loved it when she did that.
“You okay, little one?” His voice was still gruff from his orgasm and from other things besides.
He asked because he’d taken her hard, as usual, and she’d loved it, as usual.