When my hand grabs his wrist, I'm not totally sure what I'm doing. I want everything. I want him to stop, to keep going, I want us to cross the line I can't uncross. Moving his wrist, I work his hand in the motion I need. Once I release him, he continues at the same speed. It's rhythmic. Melodic almost. My pulse feels so heavy in my veins that I think it matches his movements.

"Are you gonna be a good girl?" Wulf whispers in the darkness.

I whimper my agreement when he brushes over my clit.

"Good," he whispers and dips his thumb inside me. We both suck in a harsh breath. This is the first time I've let anyone willingly touch me.

His kiss is bruising. It's possessive, like he always is. Mine. It's how he feels to me right now too. Like I own him as much as he owns me.

Dropping down, he spreads me with his thumbs. His breath on my clit makes me shiver. A hot tongue licks over me slowly and I drop my head back with a moan. Running my fingers through his long strands I push his head deeper into me. Warm lips savor every bit of me, and I feel greedy with need.

Picking me up, he doesn't take me to the bed. He lays me back on the now wet carpet. It smells like chlorine and musk in this room. "God you're perfect," he says, opening my legs and devouring my clit.

I know I should tell him to stop, but the only thing I want to say right now is his name. I'm panting it, saying it over and over like it's the only word I know. His name means everything. It means more. It means yes. It means don't stop until I come.

When he sucks my throbbing clit into his mouth I feel liquid pooling. It's like lava that flows from my belly straight to my core. For a moment, I have no thoughts. I only have bliss.

"That's it baby," he purrs as I find my release.

His throbbing cock is rubbing over my slick folds. For a moment, I tense not ready for what he's about to give me. Then I feel his fist, steadily moving up and down his shaft. His knuckles brush over my sensitive bud and my body jerks.

With one hand on his cock and his middle finger sliding inside me, the only thing I can hear is our mutual panting. "I can't," I say, trying to find the words to tell him I can't come again.

"You can," he thumbs my clit. "And you will."

His finger moves gently, caressing my walls, opening me up. I realize my legs have spread on their own, inviting him in for more. I hear him spit and then wet noises as he pumps himself harder, faster, chasing his own release.

Suddenly, I feel just as invested in his orgasm as my own. Gathering saliva in my own hand, I reach for him in the darkness. He is kneeling between my legs, his thick cock dangerously close to my entrance. As I grip him, he keeps his hand over mine, teaching me the rhythm he needs.

"So fucking perfect," he whispers as he pays closer attention to my clit.

"I need this," I say.

"Tell me what you need, baby."

"I need you." The vulnerable admission makes me want to cry. I feel more connected to him in this moment than I've ever allowed myself to be with anyone.

No sooner have the words left my mouth than I hear him groan. Hot bursts of come hit my belly, shooting all the way up to my chest. He laces one hand in mine and uses the other to toy with me.

"Come for me baby. I need you too."

His words twist deliciously around my heart. And I obey. Climaxing harder than I ever have before.