The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 66

There’s not an ounce of pain at this. Only pleasure.

I’m about to burst. I’ve never been as ready as I am now.

I don’t want his tenderness any longer. I want him to fuck me in the wild way he’s promised to. To own me the way I’ve dared him to. To keep going until I’m shaking with exhaustion.

He doesn’t seem to mind the urgency. One tug on my hair and another pull on my hips, and he’s deep in the center of my arousal. I want to cry out, begging for him to go faster. To give me his strongest thrusts.

“This feels fucking incredible,” he whispers. “You feel so good, Cassie.”

“I want more,” I breathe. “Faster. Harder. Don’t stop.”

I whimper, biting my lips.

His hand that’s on my thigh stills, his fingers digging into my skin, his passion-filled pace becoming frenzied, animalistic even. And this makes me love it even more.

Graham plunges in deep with long, fierce strokes. My pussy clenches around his steel-hard shaft, not letting him go anywhere. There are no words between us, but my body only understands his hands on my ass and breasts.

Each time he thrusts deeper inside me, the harder the orgasm becomes that builds inside me. When I can no longer fight it, I drown in pure pleasure. The orgasm hits me without much fanfare, only euphoric sparkles in my body. As the first one subsides, I sigh deeply, my breathing still uneven as he doesn’t stop his wild strokes.

Instead, he is just getting started, so his hands travel to the back of my thighs and press them together. It amplifies the friction, making it hit my G-spot every time.

“Cum with me, baby,” he says, picking up speed again.

The orgasm that hits me is more powerful than the first. A throaty cry explodes from my mouth as our bodies ride the unridden force of mutual ecstasy.

I’m no longer in charge of my body, nor is he, as we lose our minds to each other.

When he has spent every ounce of cum inside the condom, he releases his hold on me, and my knees buckle.

I close my eyes, still catching my breath, the soft edges of my mind drifting in and out of consciousness. If I wasn’t completely mad for the man before, now I know I’ll never be able to control myself when I’m around him.

Every breath I take when he’s close is an intoxicating mixture of his scent and mine. Our chemistry can’t be ignored or denied. It’s consuming, and there will be no turning back from it, so when he whispers in my ear how much he enjoyed this moment, I echo the sentiment wholeheartedly.

I barely notice when he’s cleaned up himself and put his clothes back on.

“Here,” he says, and a new pair of panties drop in front of me. His grin is wolfish.

“Where did you even get these?” I ask, putting them on.

“I prepared some new clothes for you in case you have to stay here late at night,” Graham explains, he pauses and tilts his head to the side as if listening to something. “You should get dressed. The food will be here any minute.”

“Gotcha,” I reply and look around for the bra Graham ripped off. Once I find it, I put it back on and start combing through my hair with my fingers. I’m all sweaty and flushed.

Luckily, Graham wasn’t exactly messy. The skirt is halfway under the sofa, so it makes for an easy rescue mission. I let down my hair and wave my hand at it in a futile attempt to air-dry it a bit, enjoying the chance to relax after the most overwhelming sex I’ve ever had.

I take a seat on the sofa and glance at Graham who’s waiting at the door. He catches my eye and smiles. There’s no arrogance in his behavior nor is there any sign of cruelty. He enjoyed this as much as I did, and he’s done pretending that we’re not attracted to each other.

At the moment, we might be only fuck buddies, but neither one of us is discarding a chance of this developing into something more.

CHAPTER 14

Graham

Cassidy’s computer chimes with a notification.

“We got something,” she says and puts the food container down.

I follow her to the desk and lean from behind her to take a look at the screen. The radicals leader’s pictures are spread in a neat timeline. Cassidy sorts through them just as the F-Rec’s add-in Face-ID comes through with a result.