Page 22 of Desire Him

She pops her mouth off of him. “Enough?” she asks. She wipes her chin with the back of her hand but leaves the tears on her cheeks alone.

He nods and guides her to her feet. She licks her lips as he takes her to what could only be the bedroom. Because she’s a single shifter, she only has a one-bedroom house. It’s how things work in their community, in their pack. They change houses to accommodate a family’s size.

Once they’re in the darkness of her bedroom, he turns her to face him. Her tongue traces her bottom lip as they stare at one another. He raises a hand and brushes her cheek. His thumb comes away wet. “So beautiful,” he tells her.

“I’m not.”

He growls. “You are. You don’t see what I see. You’re stunning, Valentine. Delicious. Sexy. If only you could look at yourself through my eyes.”

She says nothing, so he guides her backward toward the bed and lays her down on it. He plans to reinforce his words with actions.

He nudges her knees apart and stares at her offering, memorizing every part of her creamy skin. She has a birthmark on the left, over her ribs, and he traces it for a moment. She shivers at his touch.

When he’s finished, he hooks his fingers under her panties and pulls them down her thighs, over her calves, past her ankles, and drops them to the floor. It doesn’t make a sound, and something about that is sensual.

He stares at her sex and then reaches out to touch her. “So wet,” he murmurs. She whimpers when he dips a finger inside her. “Baby doll,” he whispers. She’s slick. So damn slick. Ready. Waiting. Wanting, if her squirming is anything to go by.

Instead of making her wait, he lowers himself to his knees and doesn’t waste any time. His tongue slides from top to bottom, wanting to taste every inch of her, and when he pulls his tongue back inside of his mouth, he groans. She tastes exactly as she smells, stunningly delicious.

He leans forward and flicks his tongue over her clit. Just once. Just enough to make her buck. He grins against her sex and holds her down as his tongue begins to flick over her tight nub with reverence. He won’t ever get enough of her taste. He’ll want more and more and more until he’s a dead man, and he knows it.

She begins to squirm, to moan and whisper his name, and damn, doesn’t it sound good coming from her mouth? He slides a finger inside her and crooks it to hit her g-spot just to see how responsive she is. Her back bows off the bed, and she clutches the comforter. “Oh my god,” she whispers.

He attacks with more vigor, and soon, she’s cumming around his fingers. When she’s finished and relaxed against the bed, he raises his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.

“God, you taste good, baby.” He studies her for a moment and then asks, “Do you want me to fuck you, Val? Because we don’t have to, we can-”

“Fuck me, Wayne,” she begs.

He grins and climbs on top of her. He hoists her leg over his hip and positions himself at her entrance. When she makes no move to push him away, he slides inside, inch by inch. Her hands rest against his forearms, and with every inch he pushes inside, her nails dig into his skin. He likes the bite of pain.

Once he’s fully inside her, he stills and curses. She’s pulsating around him. She’s so tight, so wet, so constricting that he’s being squeezed so much he could cum right then and there.

He grits his teeth and asks, “Ready?”

She nods, and he pulls out and then pushes back in, cursing under his breath.

“Oh my god,” she whispers again. It’s like a prayer on her lips, though it isn’t the big man that she should be praying to. It’s him and his cock, and the way he’s making her feel.

He continues rocking in and out of her, clenching his teeth tightly to hold on. He’ll be damned if he cums before she does. That’s not in his nature. His woman always finishes first.

His woman.

That catches him off guard, and he falters in his rhythm for a moment. He shoves the thought aside though, unable to find the capacity to deal with such ideas at the moment. He isn’t there yet.

She begins to moan and grind her clit against his pelvis, so he moves at a faster pace. He hikes her leg up higher, angling deeper, and he can tell by her expression that she’s enjoying it. “Oh god,” she breathes. “Oh god, I’m going to cum.”

“Then do it. Cum all over my cock.”

A few more thrusts and she’s screaming his name to the ceiling. He can’t hold out. Her pussy milks him with each throb, and soon, he’s cumming alongside her.

They stay there for a moment, coming down from their high. Eventually, he pulls out, presses a kiss to her sweaty eyebrow, and heads to the bathroom. He grabs a hand towel from beside the sink, wets it, and brings it back to Val. She lays there as he cleans her, watching him with a shy expression.

“Thanks,” she says quietly.

He pauses and looks her square in the eye. “It’s the least I can do,” he says. And he means it. There are not many ways he can make it up to her to have forgotten about their night together, but he can damn well clean her up after they’ve had sex.

When he’s finished, he throws it in the hamper and then crawls on the bed to lay beside her, his hand propped up by his elbow. “Still drunk?” he asks.