Brantley growled as his lips searched for hers in this moment of frenzy. He was using every last bit of his willpower not to shred her clothes or tear her down madly, roughly. He needed her to trust him, he needed her to know that she could unleash her wolf and that he was ready for her.

He licked her lips and grazed them with his fangs repeatedly seeking permission to open them, to delve inside her mouth. The wait was maddening and she whimpered as she opened her mouth. Brantley plunged his tongue in to meet hers. His kiss deepened. He wanted her to surrender to his dominance and at the same time surrender to her. He could sense the urgency in her to possess him, need him and he wanted to roar with pleasure, with contentment and with satisfaction.

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He carried her to the bed and sat down with her clasping his waist so tightly that he knew that she didn't want to leave him. He was plunging his tongue in her mouth and they entangled themselves in a dance of love. He wanted to explore every nook and corner and so did she. Eyes closed, Bianca was letting him do what he wanted, because she wanted to surrender to her man, she wanted him to show dominance over her.

His hands went to her shirt and he wanted to open the buttons, but frustrated as hell after opening the first button, he ended up slicing them open uncovering her creamy skin. Panting, he pulled away from her and looked down at her breasts. "This will be the death of me!" he said. Pushing her beneath him, he made her lie on the bed. She tried to get her hands in his hair and yank him closer, but he held both her hands in his. Straddling her on the waist, he yanked a tassel off the curtain and tied her hands to the post of the bed. She struggled and arched her back and growled not liking this at all. She wanted to feel him, as he wanted to. She wanted to explore him.

Brantley brought his finger over her nape and stroked the part where her pulse throbbed.

"Open me," she said looking in his eyes. She wanted to pull the knot apart.

He stroked her lips and said, "Trust me darling, you are going to love this more." Saying that he removed his pants springing his already pulsing cock free. His hands traveled to her breasts. He cupped them and then latched on to one of her nipples. He groaned as he drew the first suck and she cried when he started suckling her hard. Her body shivered and heat pooled between her thighs.

As he went to her other breast, he traced her stomach and brought his hands around the navel and then slowly, much to her impatience, to her sex. She rolled her hips for him to hold her there.

"You are so wet for me, Bia!" he said and brought his hands between her legs. She was so slick that it made his shaft grow rigid and wanton. As he growled, he moved his fingers over her folds and after collecting her honey spread it all over her nub. And then slowly, oh so slowly, he started to rub her there.

Those sensations were so new to her that she moaned and moaned.

"You like it Bia, don't you?" he said against her breasts. "You want it rough. You don't want me to be nice, do you?"

"Ah!" those were the only words that came out of her mouth. Yes she wanted him to be rough and raw and merciless.

"I can smell your arousal in the air baby! You are so fucking wet." A rumble formed in his chest.

She was aroused as hell and was grinding her sex against his fingers with no shame or resistance.

"I am going to put my fingers inside you," he said in a breathy voice. And she rolled her hips again. He began to open her folds and she opened her legs shamelessly. Suddenly he thrust his finger inside her tight walls. He hissed. "This is where it belongs to, this is where it belonged to!" It was as if he had a claim on her even before life existed on earth, even before they ever met. As he thrust another finger in her he said, "I know you want me to dominate you. It turns you on!"

Bianca's eyes rolled in her head. How pathetic she was getting? She wanted to shake her head but his hands around her throat didn't allow her to move. "You are so soaked." He thrust his finger savagely in her core and her maidenhood broke.

She cried as both pain and pleasure hit her. He stilled his fingers and then when she settled, inch by inch, he went deeper. She was so tight, so hot that he groaned. "First time—" he panted at the feel of her tightness around his fingers. He stirred them in to feel more. "First time I have felt you inside." There was a bead of sweat on his brow. His fangs sharpened and he pierced her breast with them, holding every ounce of willpower to not take her violently. Thousands of years of wait—

He withdrew out of her only to come back with two fingers. He stretched her core with his fingers and she let out a moan. "Release me," she growled.

Brantley did not stop himself. He pounded his fingers inside her so fast as if he was plunging his shaft in her. She arched her back as he mercilessly did that. She was gasping and panting and lost control of her mind and her body. Her skin turned hot, as he possessed her, as he transformed her into this needy, scary, delirious version of hers.

"I hated it when anyone touched you," he rasped. "You won't anyone touch you? Is that clear?" He remembered how Matt had kissed her and he increased his rhythm of suckling and thrusting his finger inside her.

Bianca was too consumed in her throes to pay attention to his words.

"Is that clear?" he said again, as he slowed.

She winced. Why did he stop? Somehow she wrapped her mind around her words. He needed her submission. She nodded.

He increased his pace and said, "Say yes Bia!"

"Yes!"

"Good girl!" he said and clutched her body to his. He started grinding his cock against her hips.

"Ah! You better not stop now!" she growled as her head rolled back. Because if he did, she didn't know what she would do. She wanted him. He was maddening.

The pressure in him built to the point that he thought he would come just like that. Even though he would have loved to come over her, he didn't want her to come so soon. He had this aching need for her to come around his shaft when he came inside her. He removed his fingers from her and she bucked her hips.

"Why— what?" she asked with frustration in her voice. Why was he stopping now? No. No. He couldn't stop now. Not this time. She was there. Almost there.