The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 106

I carry her all the way to the bed, leaving wet footprints in our wake.

“Stay here,” I tell her, earning a low growl. “It’ll be worth it.”

Without giving her a chance to reply, I spin and search her apartment for a towel. Then I return to my patient girl and dry her as softly as I can. I love the feel of her skin as I brush her body with the soft cotton cloth.

Once I’m satisfied with my work, I toss the towel in the corner and climb on the bed. The mattress sinks under my weight, the bed letting out a soft groan of complaint.

Ignoring it, I use the tip of my nose to nudge her knees open. Cassie gasps, her lips parting. She scoots closer to me, the smell of her arousal strong and enticing. My wolf is instantly attracted to it, greedy for more.

“I love this part,” I say in a low voice as I take a moment to savor her scent. She smells like freshly squeezed tangerines and citrus. She smells like pineapples, bananas, clementines, and lemons. A mixture of sweet and sour. Mmmm…

“What is?” she asks, peering into my eyes.

“When I first touch you down here,” I say, my fingers grazing her entrance, slipping with her juices.

I look at her to savor the moment of my first contact, wishing to capture the image forever in my mind. I need to memorize every part of her. Her body’s arched, her muscles straining. Her chest rises and falls, her breathing quick and shallow.

Dipping my fingers into her entrance, I coat them, making sure she’s really wet. My eyes never leave hers.

“You’re perfection,” I murmur, still refusing to believe my luck.

Just like her scent, her taste hits all my favorite flavors: creamy, sweet, and rich.

Oh God, her taste.

I just…

“Perfection,” I murmur, drawing her in, my tongue gathering every ounce of her nectar.

I bury myself between her legs. Slowly, I part her lower lips with my tongue, drawing circles around her clit. Cassie’s moans fill the space as she continues to whisper to the angels, her fingers buried in my hair. Her muscles tense at the assault of sensations.

I tease her lightly, first with my tongue, then sucking at her lips, drawing them into my mouth until she cries out.

Her eyes shut, but I want her to watch the action. Cassie knows what I want and leans up to look down at me, her pupils dilated with arousal.

“Like this?” she asks in a quivering voice.

“Fuck, yes,” I murmur. “Exactly like this.”

Before she has the chance to speak, my tongue enters her tunnel, diving deeply, wanting her to explode all over me. She thrashes her head from side to side, mumbling about her toes tingling with anticipation.

I laugh as I bring her in, only to suck on her clit again. She jolts upward, pressing herself into my mouth. Cassie writhes beautifully before me.

“Yes, just like that,” she says, and I do it again.

Then I play with her pussy more. She writhes and shakes, bucking her hips. I use the pattern I discovered, sending her over the edge, and her pussy tightening around my finger. I feel the pressure of it all over her body. Her muscles vibrate with the wave of pleasure.

My soft sighs join hers.

“Did you like that, Cassie?” I ask, slowly coming up to lie down next to her. My shoulders move, my muscles burning with the arousal. “Hmm? Did you?”

“Graham,” she breathes, her lips stretching in a thin line. “Oh my gosh.”

“Does my Cassie need more?”

“Yes, Graham. Now,” she replies, looking at me through her heavy eyelids.

I put my hands around her waist and bring her over my throbbing member. Her body adjusts to accommodate the width of my cock, her breathing picking up.