Page 63 of The Fanged One

Fenris moved over her, and she put her hand over his heart and the pulse hammering there, and his hand came up to cover hers.

"It's racing," she whispered. "Are you nervous?"

"Nervous, excited, afraid that it's been so long, I'm going to blow as soon as I get inside of you because you're so fucking beautiful, it hurts to look at you. All of it."

Linnea could only pull him down and kiss him. She was usually so good with words, but not when it came to him. He turned her into a stuttering mess of a woman.

Fenris kissed his way from her mouth, along the line of her jaw, the wild beat under her ear, the place where her shoulder met her neck. His beard scraped, and she shivered as he took his time across her collarbone and down. When his mouth closed hot over her breast, and his tongue dragged across her nipple, the sound that came out of her wasn't dignified.

"Fenris, do…do that again," she begged.

"Mm." He did it again, slower, and her spine bowed up off the mattress.

Fenris stayed with her breasts until her pussy was throbbing and she was fighting not to grind up against him. He kept moving down over her ribs, the soft skin on her belly, the jut of her hip, leaving a trail that made her squirm and tug at his hair. He settled between her thighs and pressed them wide with his big hands, and the look he gave her up the length of her body was pure wolf.

"This was worth all of the years I spent in the dark," he said reverently and put his mouth on her.

The first long stroke of his tongue tore the breath right out of Linnea. He licked into her slowly and thoroughly, finding the rhythm that made her hips chase him, and when he found her clit and sucked, she almost levitated off the bed.

"Oh, gods. Right there, don't you dare stop," she panted, her fingers tightening in his hair

He growled against her, the vibration shooting up her spine, and slid one thick finger into her pussy while his tongue kept working. He added a second, curling them, and the coil low in her belly drew tighter and tighter.

She had never let a man watch her lose it this way before. Some careful part of her waited to feel awkward about it, but there was only him, only this. She broke around his tongue with his name in her mouth, shaking, her thighs clamped around his head and her whole body shining with sweat.

He licked her through it until the aftershocks went soft, then kissed the inside of her thigh.

"That was unfair," she panted at the ceiling.

"Was it?" he whispered, his fingers thrusting slowly. "I think this soaked little cunt of yours disagrees."

"Oh fu…she's…liar," Linnea stammered, her body humming with every stroke of his fingers.

Fenris prowled back up her body and kissed her, and she tasted herself on him and didn't care. Ragnarök could start, and she wouldn't even notice as long as he didn't stop. His cock was hard and hot against her hip, and she slid a hand down to stroke it.

"Please." She hooked her heels over the back of his thighs. "I want you. All of you."

"Show me how much." Fenris kissed her once more and moved his fingers out of her.

Linnea guided the head of his cock where she was slick and aching. Fenris lifted up so he could watch as he gave her an inch at a time, letting her stretch around him, going only as deep as she could take. He was big, and he was careful with it, his forehead dropping to hers and his breath ragged with the effort of going slow.

"All right?" he rasped.

"Better than that. Give me more." She grabbed the most perfect ass in the Nine Realms and tried to pull him down. "I won't break."

"Is this what you need, love?" Fenris sank the rest of the way home on a low groan, seated deep, and the fullness of it blurred her vision for a second.

"Exactly what I need," she whispered. Nothing in her life had ever been like this, the weight of him, the way their bodies lined up and fit together. She held on and let herself be overwhelmed by how perfect it was.

Fenris moved slowly at first, long deep strokes that dragged through her and built the heat between them. She met every thrust with her own, always wanting more. The sweetness of it would have been enough, his mouth on hers, his hands cradling her like she was something precious, but she wanted to see that control of his shatter.

"Harder," she breathed against his jaw. "Fenris, I mean it. Harder. Fuck me like it's your last night on earth. I can take you. "

The growl that answered her came from somewhere deeper than the man. He braced one forearm by her head and gave her exactly what she asked for, faster now, the careful tenderness burning off into something with teeth, the headboard knocking the wall in time with his hips meeting hers. She gasped his name and dug her nails into his back, and it was so good that tears slipped out of the corner of her eyes.

She had spent years bricking herself in where no one could reach. He had walked in like the walls weren't there.

His mouth dropped to the curve of her shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin, and her whole body went taut on instinct, bracing for the bite she half-expected and would have let him take out of her. He licked his tongue over the spot instead, and she could feel the slick swirl of it all the way to her toes.