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that made his mouth water.
    “Like?” Her voice was a soft rasp, the sound of her beast evident in the hoarseness.
    “Oh, yeah…” To prove the point, he dropped his hips to hers, fitting the hard bar of his cock against the grove of her pussy lips and rocked his pelvis. “Yeah, I like. I like a lot.”
    She bit her lip, eyes rolling back as he teased her with his cock. Every so often he’d stop, cock pressed to her clit and circled his hips. Her soft whimper and the movement of her hips was all the reward he needed.
    “You’re gorgeous. So hot…” He bent to flick his tongue over one tight nipple. She moaned, arching her back for more, but he had other things in mind. Pulling back, he abandoned the slick groove of her lower lips in favor of fitting the broad head of his cock against the entrance to her pussy.
    She stilled, opening her eyes to look into his as, slowly, he began to push forward.
    *
    Oh shit. He was big.
    Like, way big.
    Isla froze, all her focus concentrated on her pussy and the slow invasion of Nick’s thick, wide cock. It didn’t hurt, not quite, thanks to the slick wetness of the orgasm he’d brought her to, but she hadn’t had sex in a couple of years so the delicate tissues weren’t used to this kind of action. Hell, any kind of action. She had sex toys, but on a normal day she was too exhausted to do more than think about pulling them out of the drawer before she fell asleep.
    He watched her as he pushed. The broad head of his cock breeched her, forcing her pussy wide to accommodate him. Pleasure rolled through her. Hell, yeah, that felt good. His jaw tightened, dark hair swinging forward against his stubble-covered jaw as he pushed farther. He didn’t pull back, didn’t give her any let up. Just drove forward with a slow, but insistent pressure.
    Her pussy gave, stretching around him, with a delicious friction that made her toes curl. She throbbed around him, clit aching in companionship, but he wasn’t done. He didn’t stop until his hips met hers and that thick, hard shaft was buried deeply inside her. Her pussy pulsed around him.
    “Fucking hell! ” he cursed, fist bunched in the covers by her head. “Don’t move yet. You’re so tight. I might explode.”
    No worries on the not moving. She felt strung out and pinned down at the same time. Impaled by his cock, she fought the ache in her cunt and the need to breath. The silence in the room was broken only by the rasps of their panting.
    The ache in her pussy subsided and she clenched around him experimentally. He cursed again, head back, jaw clenched. The need to move took over. She needed it more than food or water, air. Her world narrowed until it contained only the two of them on the bed.
    “Don’t,” he warned, reading her intent in her eyes, but she couldn’t stop. Her hips worked of their own accord, rocking against him. His cock slid within her, pressed tightly against her inner walls. She gasped, pleasure hitting her like a hail of bullets. His curse barely registered as she did it again.
    His snarl echoed around the room and he grabbed her wrists, hauling them above her head. Her eyes snapped open to find his maxed out with his wolf.
    “I warned you,” he rumbled. “Now, it’s my turn to play.”
    He pulled back then slammed into her in one hard thrust that had her crying out. His possession was hard and fast, powerful in its intensity. Each pull had him sliding over nerve endings she didn’t know she had, and each thrust sent a cascade of pleasure through her so completely, her vision greyed at the edges. He moved over her, within her. Possessed her utterly. Watched her with molten amber eyes.
    Tension wound through her body again, like spiked balls rolling through her veins to find anchor points. Each one leading to her pussy and clit, pulling each time she moved, or he thrust. His grip on her wrists changed, both caged easily by one big hand as he moved the other down to cover her breast. Breathing ragged