Taming the Lone Wolff(88)

                She guided him into her center. The feel of her fingers on his rock-hard sex was heaven and hell. When he was all the way in, with their bodies locked breath to breath, he sighed.

                Winnie’s eyes were closed, a small smile curving her lips. “And what do they have, my wonderful Wolff?”

                He flexed his hips, drawing a groan from her, a hiss of amazement from his own throat. “Love, Winnie. The Wolffs have love….”