His mouth closed over one turgid nipple. Desire rippled through her and sent wave after wave of lust straight to her core. She couldn’t help but moan as ecstasy shuddered through her. He suckled her other nipple, giving it the same torturous attention.
“Grant,” she sighed, her hands threading through his silky dark brown hair. “You feel so good.”
“You are beautiful,” he murmured. “I could devour you, babe.” His hand coasted down her stomach and slid into her panties.
“So wet.” His desire-glazed eyes found hers. She smiled as his fingers stroked her. “Mmm. I want to see you.”
He crawled between her legs and dragged off the pink lace panties. He stared at her moist sex. “Yummy.”
“You like?”
“I love.” He settled down and pressed his mouth against her. His tongue wiggled down into her moist heat.
Grant licked the evidence of her desire off her inner thighs then dove inside her entrance. Roxie gasped as pleasure ricocheted through her. Grant’s tongue darted in and out of her, the strokes rough and fast.
Her hips pumped to match his rhythm. She grabbed the bedspread as she felt bliss coil tight and hot. His mouth moved to her clit and closed over it, sucking hard. Just as an orgasm threatened to overwhelm her, he let go.
“Grant!”
He chuckled.
An ache settled between her thighs. Her pussy pulsed in need, in want.
Grant, that tormenting bastard, once again suckled her tight, juicy pearl. He inserted two fingers inside her entrance. The rough plunge of his fingers matched the sweet thrusts of his tongue.
Her orgasm built, higher and higher. But just as she would’ve tipped over the edge, Grant stopped.
“I swear to God I’m going to kill you,” she muttered.
He laughed. Then Grant kissed each of her hips and licked her belly. His lips found every inch of skin between her groin and her breasts. How wonderful to feel him touch her, kiss her.
Her passion turned white-hot.
He moved on top of her, parted her thighs, and with his heated gaze on hers, entered her in one swift stroke. Roxie gasped. With one hand, he captured her wrists and raised her arms above her head. His cock filled her, his motions slow, steady, and tender. She wrapped her legs around his waist and surged forward, meeting his every thrust.
Waves of pleasure crested through her. Oh, yes!
Grant released her wrists, looped his arms under her shoulders, and pounded into her. He groaned—the sound caught against her flesh. He was as lost as she in this moment. She bucked against him, her clit throbbing as she sought release.
“Roxie,” he panted. “Oh, babe, you feel so good.”
The denied orgasm quivered for an endless moment… then burst like sunshine—heat, light, joy. She was carried away by the sheer intensity. She clutched Grant as she rode the decadent swells of absolute pleasure.
It took her a little while to realize that Grant had stopped moving. She blinked up at him. “You didn’t come.”
He offered her a slow smile. “I will.”
“Damn right, you will.” She flipped him onto his back. He landed on the mattress with a startled groan. She immediately got on top of him. She kissed Grant’s jaw, dragging her lips down his neck then back up again. Her fingers reached down and curled around his cock and stroked.
Grant’s eyes fluttered close and he offered a groan of pure desire.
She let go, and his eyes flew open, his expression filled with disappointment. She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t worry,” she said, “you’re getting ready to be a very happy man.”
He grinned.
With lips and tongue, Roxie worked her way to his pectorals, detouring to one coin-sized areola and its tiny, hard peak. She tugged it between her teeth, flicking the tip.
His hands dove into her hair, animal growls vibrating in his chest. It seemed his werewolf liked the attention, too.
So did hers.
Roxie moved further down his chest, exploring the muscled ridges of his stomach with sweeping fingers and eager tongue.
Slipping between his legs, she grasped his shaft and caressed the hard length. Cupping his balls, she licked the velvety flesh of his manhood. Then she took his shaft into her mouth and sucked on the delectable thickness.
“Roxie!” His thighs tensed.
Her heart revved into overdrive. The musky scent of his sex excited her. She went down on him all the way, taking him all in—over and over, until her name was a prayer on his lips.
She released his cock and sat up.
He looked at her, his eyes wild, his expression pained.
“Really?” he asked hoarsely.
“Just a little revenge,” she said sweetly.
Grant rolled her onto her back. “No more games, babe.”
Roxie leaned up and nipped his bottom lip. “Take me.”
He slid his arms under her shoulders, and she helped guide his swollen member once again between her thighs, nestling his cock at her entrance.
Grant did exactly as she asked: He took her.
His eyes were dark, gleaming. There was Grant’s wolf, just beneath the surface of his passion.
Her husband, her lover, her protector.