Anna pursed her lips and approached the closed bathroom door. The water had started running a minute earlier, but she couldn’t imagine he was close to finished. She had time. It was now or never.
Some guys needed it spelled out. Hopefully, he wouldn’t misread this message.
Her towel dropped to the floor as her hand reached for the doorknob.
* * * *
Wolf stilled the second he heard the bathroom door open. Water splattered against the porcelain surface, colliding with a sliding door and blurring the image of the naked nymph approaching on the other side.
His breath caught and his heart leaped. He couldn’t be awake. He’d fallen and smashed his head against something. After all, the bathroom was the room in the house where most accidents occurred, and nothing else could account for the vision gifting his eyes. “Anna?”
She paused when she stood outside the sliding door, then flexed her shoulders and threw it open. A beat eclipsed eternity, and they stood opposite each other. Anna flushed, her rosy nipples perky, her perfect breasts just the right size to fill his eager hands and her eyes wider and more vulnerable than he’d ever seen.
“Will you dance with me?” she whispered.
Wolf caved without putting up a pretense of a fight. Before he could blink, his hands closed around her arms and he tugged her forward, mouth crashing against hers with impassioned fury.
Christ, he was a goner. She tasted so fucking good—like peppermint toothpaste and a hint of the chocolate bar he’d given her earlier, and something else that had to be wholly Anna. She felt warm, lips battling, tongue pillaging, small murmurs scratching at the back of her throat as she pressed her perfect body against his. She would burn him from the inside out, and he could only enjoy the fire.
“Anna…”
“That’s my name.” She smiled against his mouth. “I know this is crazy, but I’ve wanted this since I first saw you.”
He grinned. “You’ve wanted this? You flame, me moth. Get the picture? You’re so fucking bright…and you feel so good.” Wolf growled, hands wandering down her body. He wanted to explore her every inch, her every crevice. “I feel your pulse racing.”
She trembled and clung to him. “I’m nervous.”
“I’d never hurt you, Anna.”
Her tongue took a swipe of her lips and he fought back a moan. The amount of power she had over him felt downright embarrassing.
“I know,” she told him. The knowledge meant the world to him.
“You’re so alive,” Wolf whispered again. “I was the living dead until I saw you.” His teeth found one of her earlobes. “Can’t get over the way you feel.”
Anna grinned against his lips and shook free of his hands. “Feel more of me.” She seized his wrists and guiding his touch to her breasts.
Wolf whimpered, jerking her into the tub. “Tell me you’re on the pill.”
“What?”
“Condoms are in my bag in the other room.” His harsh breaths crashed against her skin. He was fairly certain he had stopped making sense at some point, but she looked like she understood him, so he trusted the words he spoke were still English. “Bust a nut if I have to wait.”
Anna studied him for a second before smiling softly. “On the pill.”
He nodded, though that wasn’t really an answer. “Do you want me to—”
“Are you—”
“Clean? As a whistle, kitten, I promise.” He didn’t bother asking about her. He already knew the answer. “Please…”
Her smile broadened and she brushed a soft kiss across his mouth. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“I want to feel you. All of you. Yes.”
“Thank Christ.” Wolf chased the kiss she’d stolen back to her lips. “My God, you’re perfect.”
“Am not.”
“Matter of opinion.” The grin he gave her melted away just as quickly as it appeared. At once, he became aware of the immediacy of the moment. It wasn’t a dream, and Anna wasn’t about to blink away. The skin under his fingers was real, as were the shaky breaths rolling off her lips. They had been through so much tonight, and though he knew he should be a tender, considerate lover, weeks of fantasizing crashed with desire, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to go slow. Not at first, anyway. Not with how much he needed her. “Not gonna go soft.” It was only fair to warn her.
“Don’t want it soft.”
There were many ways he’d imagined this. Many scenarios, places, ways, positions, but all of them fell away. He remained too busy worshipping her skin and tugging her nipples to worry with appeasing his fantasies. Anna coming to him openly without needing a long seduction hadn’t been in the roster, making it beyond perfect. There were no words for the awesome power of knowing she wanted him, nothing to describe the sensations coursing through his veins. He felt alive in ways he hadn’t known he could, all because of her.
She fueled him without knowing it.
“You have such perfect breasts.” Wolf licked the water droplets from her skin and dropped to his knees. “Could suck these pretty titties all day.” He drew one of her nipples into his mouth to make his point, nibbling at her gently as his fingers slowly danced down her belly, traveling through her curls and slipping between her drenched labia. Christ, she felt hot. She burned him alive. “Oh, sweetheart… You’re so wet. This all for me?”
She nodded shakily, and he couldn’t help but grin, mouth abandoning her breasts to pepper kisses down her belly until he had his face planted firmly between her legs. “Mmm, you smell good…”
“Oh God.”
His lips grazed her clit. “Wanna eat you ‘til you can’t move.”
Anna trembled hard, her legs falling further apart, but before he could take another taste she had tugged him up again, her hot mouth closing over his. Wolf moaned and dragged her into his arms, pressing her against the shower wall. Her kisses were morphine for an angered soul. Every slip of her tongue eased back the years of loneliness until he felt he’d known nothing but this all along.
Hot water rained down upon them. “Wrap your legs around me,” he whispered.
Anna whimpered and obeyed. The head of his cock rubbed along her silken folds, running over her clit before finding her opening, and in a heartbeat he slammed inside her, tearing into a new world of bliss.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, head crashing against the wall.
Wolf buried his face in her throat, his cock drawing out of her perfect heat then sinking inside again. It had been a long time for him—longer than he fancied admitting, even to himself. Casual sex had lost its flavor, the girls in his circle were bathed in darkness. He hadn’t wanted anything but light for what felt like forever, and in those situations, his hand served as the better substitute for what he didn’t have.
At least he hadn’t fooled himself. For the first time, he felt glad for the wait, glad for his self-imposed celibacy. In some ways, it made experiencing her feel like his first time, and the sensation shook him to the root.
Being inside Anna seemed an experience apart from reality.
“You feel so good,” he murmured again, hips swirling. “So fucking good. So tight.”
Her nails dug hard into his shoulders, her body assuming a slightly shaky rhythm against his. She moved with uncertainty, driving him wild, like she didn’t know or couldn’t see her own value, even if her purity had the ability to transform it into something raw and animalesque. Though she didn’t live in shadow, she did possess a vibrant streak of independence he’d once suppressed in himself—a streak having dominated him ever since.
He didn’t want to pull her down. He needed her to lift him up.
“So right…” Wolf whispered between thrusts. He’d told her he needed and wanted it hard. His self-control seemed on a short leash and it could snap in a blink. “Been a long time, baby?”
Anna licked her lips and nodded. “Uh huh…”
His jaw tightened. Good. The thought of her being with anyone else at all l
eft a bad taste in his mouth. It was irrational and foolish, but from the second he’d seen her, a part of him had made her his. Now, knowing the exquisite bliss of being inside her, of feeling her pussy clench and squeeze, dragging him further into a paradise he didn’t deserve, the notion of anyone else touching her filled him with anger he didn’t understand.
“You’re beautiful.” He pulled her into his thrusts, his pace picking up. Need overwhelmed gentility. He needed to feel. “You’re so beautiful.” Anna’s skin reddened. She kissed him but didn’t respond. “Beautiful, Anna. Every inch of you. Your smile, your hands, your pretty little cunt.”
The word deepened her blush, but she didn’t object. She thrust hard against him, dragging him further into her body.
“So slippery,” Wolf murmured, cock driving into her, wet hands grappling. “So tight.”
“Just be here in the morning.” By the way her eyes widened she hadn’t intended to say the words aloud, and the implication made his chest shatter.
He frowned, his body pausing. “Who left you, Anna?”
She shook her head, arching her hips as he began thrusting again. “Not important. Just…”
“It is.”
“Not now,” she whimpered. “Just love me.”
The words made his heart twist, but he didn’t press the issue or object. At the moment, he felt helpless to do anything but obey. His pace was fast now, hard, driving wildly with a reckless abandon he couldn’t keep up with. She called him back to her every second, whimpering against his mouth, scratching at his back, her pussy walls clamping hard around his cock. She danced with him in a way that had his insides trembling and his inner demons screaming to stake a claim on what belonged to him. Right now, this moment, feeling her tremble and gasp, claw and cry, she belonged entirely to him.
“Can’t get over this.” Something deep and almost catlike rumbled through Wolf’s chest. Her eyes widened and he grinned.
“What can’t you get over?”
“How good you feel. Squeeze me like that, baby, just like that.”
Anna’s head arched against the wall, water splattering against her skin, harsh breaths jerking through her lips. “I don’t… I don’t know…”
“Fuck yes…” His head dipped, nipping desperately at her water-laced breasts. “You’re so beautiful.” He looked back at her. “A gorgeous animal. You keep this animal chained up, do you?”
She nodded, hips crashing hard against his, battling for custody of his cock. Her hot juices bathed his shaft, the slip and slide between them growing harder, faster, their bodies smashing against the wall so hard he wondered if the structure would last.
“Afraid of letting the animal out?” he whispered. “Let it out for me.”
Anna shook her head.
“Let it out, Anna.”
Her legs tightened around him, a strangled cry hissing through her teeth, and the next thing he knew, the wet porcelain tub slid against his back and she sat over him, galloping in frenzy as shower water washed them both. Wolf blinked but didn’t question it. How she’d managed to get him on his back without breaking both their necks he didn’t know, but with his eyes feasting on Anna’s lovely bouncing breasts, her pussy hugging his cock, her body dancing over his, he didn’t give a shit.
“You’re perfect,” he told her.
Anna shook her head, hands flattening against his chest. “No.”
“My perfect. So lovely. Love this. Love watching my dick disappear inside you.” His eyes fastened on the sight, her pussy lips swallowing him whole with every plunge. Her breasts filled his eager hands, but when he felt his body tighten with need, his fingers immediately bound for her clit, capturing the slippery bundle and rubbing it tenderly. His wide eyes consumed her, drank her in. God, he felt high, buzzed, and in such need, it seemed difficult to breathe. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
Anna nodded wildly, bruising him with her thrusts. She looked pained but didn’t slow. For everything she gave, it seemed she needed more.
“Feel that spark? Let it go.” Wolf pinched her clit, his other hand flattening along the small of her back and coaxing her down until her breasts were against his chest, his cock pressing sweetly within her and causing her eyes to widen and a gasp to wrench through her throat.
“Oh, shit.” Anna’s moves grew harder still. “There—Oh God…”
He still had a hand trapped between them, massaging her clitoris in sweet circles, rendering her wound little body on the verge of detonation. “Let it go,” he said again.
When his lips found hers, she acquiesced, and he felt helpless to do anything but follow into oblivion.
Chapter 4
She burned liquid fire, and the taste intoxicated him.
“Oh my God,” Anna mewled, hips rolling under his hungry mouth. “You’re going to break me.”
Wolf rumbled a laugh, worrying her clit between his lips, his fingers slipping deeper inside her cunt. She hissed and bit her lower lip, driving him mad but keeping him grounded at the same time. A woman’s responses had never affected him the way hers did. Every gasp, every sigh, everything she gave him was a gift. He felt fairly certain she’d never been explored this way before, which seemed a travesty—one he intended to have thoroughly rectified before the night ended.
“You like this, don’t you?”
Another gasp quickly chased away her waiting response. “Oooh… Tongue.”
He laughed again. “I think the asses who had you in their beds didn’t know how to treat a lady.” Wolf slurped at her desperately, sucking her clit into his mouth again before quickly releasing her to add, “And I’m not moving until their debt is repaid.”
* * * *
The expression on his face shook Anna to the bone. No one had ever looked at her the way Wolf did, like she were made of pure gold, like her touch healed past wrongs, like she’d fallen from the heavens. It terrified her, made her aware of her glaring faults, made her feel the pedestal he’d placed her on was too high for anyone to climb, yet she couldn’t deny the warmth of feeling cherished. How it came from a virtual stranger, she didn’t know, but there seemed something in his touch, something in the way his hands loved her skin. It felt wonderful, and the thought of giving it up made her stomach turn.
She lived in someone else’s skin right now. It only felt like hers.
“Just like that.” Wolf’s hands grasped her ass as she moved in long, languid strokes against him, angling herself so his cock struck her in all the right places with every thrust. “Drench me, baby.”
She felt exhausted but wide awake. Night slowly broke into day, but she couldn’t pull herself away. She needed more, and more he gave.
* * * *
“My God, how are you not tired?”
Wolf smirked and brushed his lips over her shoulder, keeping his pace nice and slow. He honestly didn’t know how to answer her. Something about her made him crave more. His body didn’t know fatigue. Now he had her back pressed against his chest, his fingers manipulating her clitoris as his cock slid between her slick lips, and he couldn’t think about stopping. There was definitely something to be said about the softer intimacies.
“Animal in the sack?” she whispered, drawing upon a conversation that seemed a lifetime ago.
“That’s right.”
“You weren’t kidding.”
“It’s you,” he answered honestly. “It’s all you.”
“I’m gonna be bow-legged in the morning.”
“It is morning.”
Anna gasped and frowned. He watched her eyes fixate on the weak rays of sunlight peering in through the blinds. “Oh…”
“Want to stop, then?”
“Not even.”
“Good.” He pulled away and flipped her under him in a blink, his cock slipping back inside her before she could pout with those dangerous lips. “‘Cause I’m not nearly through with you.”
* * * *
She’d never done this before, her understanding of men being large
ly limited to being kicked out of someone’s bed and facing a humiliating walk to her dorm or apartment, and the incidents hadn’t had left any time to explore. For the first time, she felt relieved for her past, for the awful repetitiveness of her limited experience. She’d never forget the way awe washed over Wolf’s face the second her lips touched his cock.
“Oh God, yes, just like that. Such a sweet mouth. So hot. Harder, baby, don’t be afraid to hurt me. Ohhh, yesss.”
Her hand squeezed. Her mouth pulled. Anna loved this, she loved this much more than she thought she ever would, and she didn’t know if it was because giving head was her new favorite thing or if Wolf made it that way. She relished the way he sighed, the words he spoke, his rich musky scent, his fingers weaving through her hair. Anna loved it and wanted to give all she could, if only to keep those things coming.
“Squeeze around the head, kitten,” Wolf whispered, his eyes shining. “With your lips… That’s… Oh, Christ, that’s perfect.”
Anna grinned and did it again. His legs trembled, his skin felt hot and he belonged to her.
It made her realize something about herself, about Wolf, she hadn’t been prepared to realize.
She wanted this for always.
* * * *
At some point, the sun chased away the last of the pink dawn sky and they collapsed into each other’s arms.
“I think I love you,” Wolf panted.
It wasn’t a matter of thought anymore. He had fallen in love with her. Touching her hadn’t faded the magic. Rather, it had exploded into a new world of possibility and desire, of things he would never have.
Though it hurt to know the moment wouldn’t last, he wouldn’t let it ruin the peace embracing him. Holding Anna as she drifted into sleep felt unlike anything he’d experienced.
He couldn’t know whether or not the words reached her or if her “Mmm, me too” stood an obligatory sleep-driven response to a question she didn’t hear.
He loved her. No getting around it.
“Talk about royally fucked,” he breathed before the sandman found him.
* * * *
He awoke alone in the bed.
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