Page 12 of Wolf's Winter
He leaned forward, his tongue dipped in and curled around her swollen, aching clit. Searing lightning streaked through her, a gasp burst out of her and she jerked, her pelvis arching forward.
He cupped her bottom in his hands and his mouth covered her. He slowly feasted, each hot, blissful sweep and swirl of his silky tongue sending thrilling tremors rippling through every nerve ending she possessed.
As her breathing quickened to short, sharp gasps, light teeth grazed her clit with erotic friction and his bold tongue stroked faster.
Her body was trembling out of control, legs wobbly, knees loose. “I’m … going … to … fall.”
His grip tightened on her bottom, and he paused just long enough to growl against her wet cleft, “Let go. I’ll catch you.”
Then his wicked tongue speared deep inside, plunging her into ecstasy.
Zane’s powerful arms held her securely in place while she shuddered and shook in the avalanche of pleasure. Before the undulating waves had fully subsided, he carefully lowered her to her knees.
Swaying, kneeling upright on the mat, she hazily watched in the mirror as he knelt upright behind her, supporting her with her spine pressed to the hard wall of his chest. “Z-Zane?”
His hands gripped her hips, his thighs sliding between hers spreading her wide, and his blunt heat pressed for entrance. Slowly, inexorably, his thick shaft pushed into her still-pulsing channel, the exquisite burn stretching her beyond fullness.
“Oh…” She dropped her head back to let it rest on his shoulder. “Oh. My.God.”
“Okay?” he rasped in her ear.
“Y-yes.”
He stayed still, his hand sliding around to her belly. “Look at us, sweetheart.”
She lifted her head. Their glances collided in the mirror and clung, then as one fell to where his big dark hand splayed across her pale skin. Where darkness and moonlight joined to create intriguing shadows.
“Jillian,” he whispered. “My moonlit pearl goddess.”
Poignant tears pressed behind her eyes as she smiled tremulously at him. She’d been made just for this moment.
Just for this man.
He pulled back, thrust forward, and her pearls swung across her sensitized nipples, the cool, tingly stimulation making her inner muscles clench on the hot, silky steel deep in her body.
Zane’s guttural groan vibrated from his chest into her. “Damn!”
His hand cupped her where they were joined, knowing fingertips playing a sinful dance on her clit. Moaning, she undulated against him.
Those talented fingers worked black magic, his mouth licked and nipped the sensitive cord at the side of her neck while their bodies pumped and grasped, and the rolling pearls swung wantonly across her nipples.
More.
And more.
Too much.Too much unbearable pleasure to survive.
But at the same time, not enough.
Zane had changed the rhythm of their dance and all she could do was follow.
The room whirled, pinpoints of light spinning around her in a dizzy arc.
“Jillian,” Zane panted. “I need you. So damn much.”
Shimmers brighter, hotter than the candlelight blazed through her, and she cried out, eager to give herself to this man who so desperately needed her.
Rapidly hurtling past all known boundaries, she dug her nails into his forearms. He was the mooring that kept her from being swept away by the storm. “Zane!”