Page 81 of A Wolfe in the Woods

I could barely breathe. The sensation was too much. My voice caught somewhere between a gasp and a sob as I held on, trying to center myself against the tidal wave he was calling inside me.

I’d never been touched like this. Worshipped like this.

“I—I don’t know if I can take this…” The words trembled out, half-formed, lost in the whirlwind of sensation.

Jonathan didn’t stop. He only replied, “Come on my tongue.” His voice was a predator’s rasp, dark, primal, and dripping with need.

“Ohh…I—” My lips parted, but the words splintered. It spilled out of me without thought, more moan than answer.

And gods help me…I came.

The world narrowed. He pushed me past the brink. I crashed over a threshold, spiraling into something wild and unknown and arriving to a place I’d never knew existed.

My body broke open for him. And he took it all. His mouth didn’t stop. Didn’t slow.

He groaned like a beast fed, tongue lapping me up like I was the only thing that could ever satisfy him. Every tremor, every breathless aftershock—I felt him drink them down.

Like my pleasure belonged to him. Like he’d earned it.Claimedit.

And I let him…because I wanted him to.

My breath shuddered and my legs trembled while they were still draped over his shoulders. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then I let out a soft, stunned laugh. “Um, I wasn’t even expecting that,” I whispered, dazed. “Not like that.”

He only looked up at me with wild eyes, lips still wet with me. His hand slid up my thigh, possessive but gentle, grounding me.

“More?” he asked, voice lower now.

I didn’t speak. Just nodded, slow…and certain.

I needed to feel him.Allof him.

In one powerful motion, he lifted and then lowered my body to the ground. One moment I was high up in the air, framed by stars…and in the next moment, I was rooted to the earth. Jonathan came with me, kneeling, positioning me. He tugged up my shirt, his eyes still glowing with a familiar wildness. He didn’t bother with the clasp of my bra, only shoved the material down so that my breasts were exposed. I gasped when he leaned down, when his lips closed around one of my nipples.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Just like that.”

He widened my thighs, lying down over me. I smelled the fragrance of the earth beneath me, the metallic scent of blood from his wound, the sweet smell of night blooming flowers drifting on the breeze. His lips rubbed over my other nipple, teasing.

Just before I felt the stretch of him inside me, our eyes locked—his gaze piercing straight through me as he sunk inside. We were synced…breath and body.

I gasped. He had only entered me a little. But the pressure, the heat—gods, it was too much and he was too big. I couldn’t catch my breath, couldn’t slow my heart. Every inch of me trembled, not from fear but anticipation.

His grip on my hips was tight, trembling with restraint. I could feel it—how close he was to losing control. He was holding back for me, and that knowledge burned through me deeper than anything else.

Every inch of him was stretching me open…claiming all of the space inside me. He held me steady, gripping my ass firmly as I finally took all of him. All the way down to his base. It burned. It had been a long time for me, and Jonathan was much,muchbigger than past boyfriends.

But Jonathan gave me time to adjust, pulling out and pumping in a few inches as he kissed my nipples. A tease, really. He was letting me get used to the way he filled me. And soon, I was squirming beneath him, little bits of rock and gravel from the path biting into my naked back…but I didn’t care. I only wanted him. This was the only thing that mattered.

On his next thrust, he went so deep, sparks lighting up my vision, a moan tumbling from my throat.

“Ahh, you feel sofuckinggood, Red,” he growled, his head lifting from my breasts to take my lips. The kiss was hard, messy with the sudden demand of his thrusts, but perfect.

When he pulled back, our eyes met—his fierce and determined, mine wide with disbelief and awe.

Then he moved. The rhythm slow at first, then it grew bolder. More ravenous and free. Like he couldn’t stop, which was good because I didn’t want him to.

He thrust between my spread thighs with a relentless rhythm. I clung to his shoulders, to the sound of his breath against my skin, to the feel of him inside me as if he’d always belonged there.

And then something gave. In my bodyandsoul.