“You’re so sure of yourself, aren’t you? Assh—” A whimper escaped my mouth before I could finish my thoughts, as he started moving inside me. He smirked down at me, and I didn’t know if I wanted to kiss him or punch his perfect face.
He set a rhythm that was calculated torture, each thrust deep and controlled, designed to drive me higher while keeping us quiet. His mouth found mine, swallowing my whimpers as he moved inside me.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly, and when our eyes met, the connection was overwhelming. Our souls recognized each other, the mate bond singing between us.
This is right. Stay. My wolf preened inside me, pure satisfaction filling my body.
He changed the angle, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars, and I could feel my orgasm building embarrassingl
