“Do you like that?” He smiled against her lips and she nodded her head enthusiastically. She clutched his shoulders tightly, her fingers digging deeper into his flesh. A rumble of approval echoed in his chest at the sensation. Yes, she is clinging, just as she should. Continuing to kiss her languorously, he released his grip on her neck and used his other hand to deal with the back clasp of the bra, all the while stroking and teasing her exposed flesh.
The material loosened, falling forward and Ryne drew back, ending the kiss. He watched with avid interest as the cups slid downward revealing her lush curves. Already her nipples were peaked with arousal and he longed to feel their stiffness against his palm; in his mouth. Making quick work of the bra, he palmed the soft flesh, rumbling his approval of the warm weight. He flicked the nipples with his thumbs then bent forward to suckle first one and then the other.
Melody whimpered in appreciation, digging her fingers into his hair and lifting her hips towards him in an age old invitation. A rush of pride swept through him; she wanted him. He made short work of her panties then brushed his hands over her lower curls. There was moisture seeping out, ready to receive him. Pressing between her lower lips, he flicked her sensitive flesh and she moved against him, moaning with need. Delving further, he tested her opening, finding it hot and wet, begging for his possession.
“Ryne. Please.” Melody panted her appeal, clutching at him, trying to pull him to her. Needing no further invitation, he shifted so that he was between her legs. He slid his hands under her shoulders and rested his weight on his forearms. His arousal brushed against her temptingly moist flesh. She whimpered in response.
“Do you want me?” He growled against her throat as he raked his teeth over her soft skin.
“Yes...I want you. I need you now.” Melody whimpered and squirmed under him.
Her desire pleased him, but his wolf wanted more. “Then show me. Show me how much you want my possession. Take me and guide me inside your body.” He half closed his eyes and watched as she slid her hands down his body and hesitantly touched his throbbing erection. A shudder passed through him as she caressed him, her thumb sliding over the head and then down the vein underneath. It was exquisite torture, the feel of her hand, the sight of her holding him. She spread her legs wider, bending her knees and tilting her hips before guiding him to her opening.
Ryne pressed forward until the head was buried in her. Melody’s eyes closed and her lips curved. He paused and her brow furrow. She looked up at him. “Don’t stop.”
“You want more?” He teased her with the slightest movement forward before stopping again. “Then what do you need to say?”
A needy sound arose from her throat. She slid her hands to his buttocks and tried to pull him closer. “More. Please, Ryne. I need more.”
He nipped at her ear and whispered darkly. “Do you want me to take you? To fill you? To be so deep inside you that you can’t tell where you end and I start?”
“Yes!” Her head moved restlessly, her nails digging into his back. His wolf relished the erotica pain and finally gave in to the overwhelming need to possess her. He gathered himself and then thrust into her until he was buried to the hilt.
Heat and tightness surrounded him and he shuddered in pleasure. Melody felt so good, the walls of her tunnel pressing against his sensitive flesh, caressing him, holding him, as if she’d been made just for him. For a moment he stayed still, appreciating the sensation. He looked at her and saw that her lids were heavy, her lips slightly parted as she sighed in contentment. Shifting his weight to one arm, he brushed his hand across her cheek and down her neck to where a vein throbbed. Fascinated, he stared at the pulse point. With each beat, a feeling grew and thrummed inside of him. He could feel his canines lengthening and a voice in his head urged him to mark the woman he now possessed. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, drawing her scent into his lungs, feeling her heat surrounding his body. Licking his lips, he bent forward and nuzzled her throat. Yes, yes, that’s it. Bite her, mark her...
He opened his mouth to comply with the instinctive demand, then hesitated, some last remnant of reason making itself known. She didn’t know; she might not be willing... Damn, she was possibly the enemy! Ryne drew his head back, feeling his ardour fade, but then she opened her eyes and smiled up at him, gently rocking her hips. His body responded and he pushed his concerns to the back of his mind; he’d deal with them later, right now there was a more urgent need. Slowly, he set the rhythm, watching her face and moving accordingly. She rewarded him with soft cries and smiles, little frowns of concentration and clutches of her fingers.