I leaned forward and circled my tongue around one of his dark nipples until it hardened at the tip. Hearing this powerful alpha groan set me on fire, making me want to try more things to incite a reaction. Lorenzo had a defined body, with strong pecs and cords of muscle in his arms. He embodied the power of his spirit wolf.
My hands splayed across his chest and he stiffened, throwing his head back and sucking in a sharp breath. So many years had passed, and I’d thought myself ruined for any man. Now that I felt my own awakening, I realized something. Fox would never be stricken from my thoughts, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t feel pleasure, freedom, or love. Maybe each petal-soft kiss and gentle touch would replace the awfulness I had carried with me for so long. Fox had taken my confidence as a woman, and Lorenzo had restored it.
A sudden knock sounded at the door, and I froze in panic.
“Enzo, it’s meee,” a woman sang.
His lips peeled back and he bared his teeth. “Go away!”
“You’ve been locked up here for days. Is she in there with you?”
The locked doorknob jiggled.
Lorenzo summoned his alpha voice and it made me cringe. “Do as I say and go downstairs, or else I will pitch a tent in the woods for you to spend the night in.”
When her footsteps faded, I looked down and gasped.
His brows knitted. “What’s wrong?”
“It… it deflated.”
A boisterous laugh rolled out of him and he encased me in his arms, turning me onto my back. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
I blushed madly at my ignorance. I knew enough about men now to understand the mechanics behind an erection; I’d just never seen one with my own eyes. And he’d lost his arousal just from hearing another woman’s voice? I had to admit that turned me on most of all.
When I felt a long length of hardness resting against my thigh, I knew we were back to where we’d left off. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, kissing and nipping at my skin, giving me access to lick and nibble on his earlobe. The weight of him on top of me was exquisite.
“Mmm, I like your mouth on me,” he whispered, his voice warm and inviting.
“Is it okay for you this way?” I asked in a heated breath against his ear. “On my back, I mean.”
He lifted his head and shook back his tangled hair. “Let me show you how okay it is.”
I jumped a little when he placed the blunt head of his erection against my core and began rubbing in slow strokes. Within seconds, I had forgotten all my fears. I lifted my right leg higher against his side and pulled his long hair away from his face.
While he continued working me, I wound his hair into a thin braid. I wanted to see Lorenzo’s eyes, and I was afraid if his hair masked the gentleness in his face, I’d fall out of the moment.
He hit a spot that made me gasp and writhe.
“That felt good,” I said with a shallow breath.
He did it again. “That?”
Lorenzo rubbed himself a little higher, striking me like lightning with the most pleasuring effect. He did it repeatedly until I lifted my hips, all but demanding he bury himself inside me.
He kissed me on the mouth and then propped up on his left elbow. “Relax and let me take care of you, sweet Ivy. You’re safe in my bed—protected.”
With that, he slid himself inside and filled me up. Lorenzo groaned and his muscles trembled. Then he balanced his elbows on either side of me.
“The first time I saw you, I think you were stoned,” he said with amusement.
“I was. Jericho put something in the cupcakes.” I gasped when he slowly began rocking in and out.
“Then you asked me to make three wishes, do you remember?”
“A little,” I breathed more than said.
The fire crackled and a coil beneath the bed squeaked a complaint.
“One of those wishes was to see your hair out of that braid and spread across my bed.”
He began rocking harder, and goodness, I’d never felt so overwhelmed with carnal need. My short nails bit into his shoulders and he lifted his chin, moaning his approval.
I hissed and he stopped.
“Does this hurt?”
“A little,” I confessed. “But it’s okay.”
He rose off me. “No, it’s not okay. I won’t allow you to feel pain in my bed.” He moved to my left side and pushed at my hips. “Roll onto your good side and turn away from me.”
I did as he asked, facing his chair, and Lorenzo lifted my left leg and slid it over his thigh. The pressure vanished and—I gasped as he slid inside me from behind, slowly moving until our bodies were twined together. He cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers as he thrust inside me from behind.
I tried to turn—I needed to see him. My heart raced. I couldn’t see his eyes and panic flooded my veins.
Lorenzo stopped and brushed my hair away from my face and whispered in my ear, “Settle down, here I am.” He propped himself up so that he was hovering over me.
He touched my jaw and turned my head so I was looking into his dark brown eyes. They were gentle, and that’s all I needed—just to see him. He kissed my shoulder and looked at me, eyes smoldering.
“It’s not my first time, Lorenzo.”