Valtira.
The pad of his fingers brushed against my cheek like the ghost of a whisper, making my skin pebble.
“Little wolf…” he groaned into the kiss, hand guiding me back until I fell between the soft sheets with a gasp, my hair splayed across the pillow.
My heart was thudding in my chest, pain and excitement tangled into one big ball before I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him back down to press my lips to his.
And goddess help me, every swipe of his tongue into my mouth as his fingers tightened in my hair sent me into a never-ending feeling of intense pleasure that made me shudder, nails digging into the expanse of his neck.
Suddenly, he pulled back, gaze fixed on me while he worked on his robe, pulling it off his shoulders. “You know what I need right now?” He rasped.
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