WolfeStrike (De Wolfe Pack Generations #2) - Kathryn Le Veque Page 0,111

That was the only answer Tor needed. He lost himself, winding his fingers in her carefully styled hair, but she didn’t stop him. He pulled her down to him and she let him. She was soft and sweet, and he feasted on her like a man who hadn’t tasted a woman in many years.

Truth be told, he’d only had one sexual experience before he met Jane and he hadn’t had any since. Oh, there had been urges, but he hadn’t given in to them simply because he felt as if touching another woman was betraying Jane. He was confused and sad, and considered celibacy a necessary evil.

But he didn’t feel that way any longer.

He was prepared to feast on a woman he would be faithful to until the end of his life.

That delicious figure was calling to him, those full breasts and generous hips. His kisses became more forceful, his tongue sliding into her mouth as she gasped. But he suckled on her tongue, settling her down, and she began to mimic his movements. Her body became boneless and pliable.

In a short amount of time, Tor was on fire.

Laying Isalyn on the bed beside him, his big, warm body partially covering her, his weight bearing down on her, but she didn’t resist. Her arms around his neck held him fast. When he tried to pull away a little so his weight would not be so heavy on her, she wouldn’t let him move. She suckled on his tongue as he has suckled on hers.

The fire began to burn out of control.

Tor didn’t keep her waiting. As his lips feasted on hers, a big hand closed gently over a full breast, feeling the silken texture against his palm. The action startled Isalyn but she didn’t pull away from him, not even when he pulled the top of her gown and shift down, down to the point where he nearly exposed the nipple. Still, she didn’t resist and he pulled the dress down a little further.

The nipple sprung free.

His mouth clamped over it.

Isalyn gasped in both surprise and ecstasy as he began to suckle. Every tug sent bolts of excitement shooting through her body and between her legs, a flame ignited that she’d never before experienced. She had no idea what it was, but something was pulsing to life. The more he fondled her, the more Isalyn seemed to respond.

The gown was coming off.

Isalyn didn’t even know how it came off, only that it had. The ties were unfastened and she lifted her arms so he could pull it over her head, and suddenly it was on the floor. She was nude, with only her hose on her legs, tied with matching ribbons, and the mere sight drove Tor mad with desire. His mouth left her breasts, his lips feasting over her belly and her hips. His mouth, his hands, were everywhere.

Isalyn lay there and let him.

Tor was being consumed by a wildfire now. He returned to her plump breasts, nursing against them hungrily as his fingers sought out the dark curls between her legs. She was already wet and swollen, her body preparing for his entry, and he pushed a finger into her tight, wet passage, slowly moving in and out of her, mimicking the thrusting that would soon be taking place. Isalyn groaned and opened her legs to him, instinctively, and Tor could wait no longer.

As fast as lightning, he ripped off what clothing he had on – a mail coat, padded tunic, belt, breeches – they all ended up on the floor and he threw himself down on top of her again, listening to her grunt as his weight came down. Carefully, he positioned his heavy phallus at her threshold, pushing into her slick and waiting body. He was so big that Isalyn groaned at his sensual intrusion, wriggling her hips as she tried to make it more comfortable, to ease the sting of possession. But her body was so prepared for this moment that a sting was all it was as he thrust into her, breaking her maiden’s barrier, claiming this woman for his own as he’d never claimed another. She was his, body and soul, and nothing on this earth could ever separate them.

She belonged to him, forever.

Carefully, Tor began to thrust, his arms going around her as he gathered her up tightly against him, her chest to his, the feel of her soft breasts against his flesh feeding his lust. Beneath him, Isalyn groaned and gasped