The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 41

With each slap of his open hand against my flesh, my arousal is amplified. The same hand that was inflicting pain onto me seconds ago now moves back to my pussy and enters it swiftly. First, one finger. Then two.

His thumb graces my clit, making me yelp in pleasure. Is this his plan, to drive me over the edge before the main act even begins?

Damn, if so, I don’t know if I could take that. Already now, it feels so intense. Too intense.

But fuck. I’ve had it with regrets. If I die today, I don’t think it’s such a bad day. I might just die the right amount.

“Fuck me, Graham,” I order, letting the wine get in my head.

He growls, the low sound one of primal power. “You’ll do well to remember who’s the alpha boss here.”

To prove his point, he grabs my waist and turns me around in one fluid motion. It should have made me afraid to stare him in the face in such a predicament. But the look in his eyes is intoxicating.

Savage, feral lust, and want.

Oh. And a sense of superiority that makes him seem proud, and even victorious.

Of me, of all people!

This…is almost beyond belief.

As Graham licks my neck, he uses his hand to keep on pleasuring my soaking pussy. I arch my hips, wanting more of his fingers inside me.

I moan, biting on his shoulder to prevent a yelp from escaping my lips. He chuckles, his hot breath tickling my skin.

“You made me finish too soon, so your punishment will be the opposite,” he promises and removes his fingers just as the pressure starts to build up.

“You are being unfair,” I complain.

The smirk on his lips tells me he knows exactly how to even out the playing field.

Without stopping his assault on my body, he attacks my lips next.

Hard, wet, unrelenting.

He pins me down to the bed as his mouth plays with my stiff nipples. He wastes no time licking my skin in a circular motion, his five o’clock shadow scratching me deliciously.

Licking his lower lip, he gazes at me as his hands run a trail up my body. The way he looks at me, I know he plans on tasting me. The wicked glint in his eyes only confirms that he’ll do to me everything he wishes to.

Fuck.

He begins kissing his way down my belly. My legs go tense. That wicked tongue finds my slit.

My vision blurs. In and out, the tongue starts moving inside me. His eyes glow, looking up as he takes in my expression. The pressure of his tongue disappears. I whimper.

He tisks. “Wait, and you’ll see I’m not a bad guy after all.”

Licking his lower lip, he sits back up, giving me space to let my legs rest. It doesn’t take long until I feel the swollen head of his cock grazing my entrance.

“Easy,” I warn. Not because he’s a wolf, but because his cock is big and thick. More than I’m used to.

His eyes flicker playfully.

He leans in, capturing my mouth again, giving me a taste of me. Of us. A mixture of scents I never knew could be good enough to be tasted. But now that I have, I want more of it.

One of his hands explores my curves. The other holds his cock, rubbing it over my engorged clit. The pressure in my center is almost painful, with electric jolts amplifying the intensity.

Now, all I want is for him to dive into me and thrust his stiff cock inside me. But he isn’t planning to please me anytime soon. With agonizing slowness, he positions the head of his cock at my entrance, pressing gently.