-Ember-
Fire blazes from my toes to my head as my mystery man swiftly palms the back of my thighs and positions them over his shoulders. There's no room to move between him and the glass, and his mouth is a whirlwind of tormented pleasure. For a brief moment, Tanner's face flashes in my mind.
No the fuck you don't! Fuck that prick, Ivy snarls, bringing my mind back to the man currently between my legs.
Every move he makes seems calculated. Since he positioned me against the window, he's made me soar from his cock, to his thumbs, to his mouth. The precision of his touch is maddening—like he's studied my body for years rather than minutes.
He groans and flicks his tongue across me. He's like a cobra, and I am his prey. He utilizes gracefulness and speed, controlling my body's every reaction. Right before I'm about to orgasm, he slows down, drawing out the torture.
"Oh Goddess! Please, don't stop," I beg, my voice breaking with desperation. "I'll literally die if you stop right now."
Instead of giving me what I want, he becomes the cobra again, nibbling on my clit with his teeth. I've never felt anything like this—the sharp edge of pleasure-pain that makes my entire body clench.
"Oh...fuck...oh oh...ffffffuck," I moan as he intensifies his assault on my senses.
He grips my hips tighter and sucks me. A pattern of licking, sucking, and biting makes me break out in a sweat. Dizziness, heat, and adrenaline ricochet in all my cells. Words fly out of me, fast and loud, competing with his deep groans that show how much he's enjoying what he's doing to me.
"You taste so fucking good," he growls against me. "Better than I imagined."
His hunger seems limitless. For the first time in forever, I feel wanted—truly, deeply desired. I doubt I will ever feel anything this intense with anyone else. The thought should scare me, but I'm too lost in sensation to care.
My cries get louder, flowing out as I dig my nails into his head, holding him as close to me as possible while my hips circle fast, desperate for him to give me a release.
"That's it, little wolf," he murmurs against my heat. "Let go for me."
When it comes, he unleashes a tidal wave of pleasure. As soon as the tide breaks, another one, more forceful than the last, crashes through me. He mumbles from time to time, but even with my wolf hearing, I can't make out what he's saying over my gasps and moans.
I think I can't take anymore, but he continues to destroy every limit I thought I had until I fall limp, hanging over his head, still shaking with aftershocks.
He sets me down, but his body and the glass hold me up. His torso is a wall of muscle, bumping hard with his warm blood and flexing against me. When he stands next to me, his hard pecs are at face level...with my stilettos on.
I slide my hands over his eight-pack. So this is what muscles feel like. I continue around his back then slip them down to his ass, which is just as contoured as the rest of him.
"You're like a fucking sculpture," I whisper, unable to keep the awe from my voice.
Within seconds, he scoops me up in his arms and takes me to the bed. My insides still quiver, but I reach for him, needing to feel his skin on mine.
"Do you want me? Or have you had enough?" His warm breath, full of my arousal, hits my ear, sending new shivers down my spine.
"I-I want you, please," comes my raspy plea. "I want everything."
His lips twitch; I feel it against my cheek. The sensation makes me crave more.
I grasp his head, trying to find his lips, but he doesn't let me have them. I don't know why he isn't kissing me on the lips, but I don't ask. It seems wrong to question anything when I don't even know his name. If this is a boundary for him, then I'm not going to push it. But I'm dying to know what it feels like to slide my tongue against his.
Instead, I kiss him on the cheek, lowering my head until I find the curve of his neck. I want to kiss his marking spot but don't want to cross a line. That would be too intimate, too meaningful for what this is supposed to be.
He quietly grunts and runs his hands down the sides of my torso, his touch igniting new fires everywhere he touches.
"Please let me have you," I mumble into his hot skin as the tip of his cock touches my entrance. I'm trembling with anticipation, with need. "I need you inside me."
"Let me grab a condom, little wolf," he says, pulling back slightly.
The loss of his heat makes me whimper. "Hurry," I whisper, not caring how desperate I sound. I've never wanted anything—anyone—as badly as I want him right now.
I hear him moving around, the sound of a wrapper tearing. My heart pounds so loudly I'm sure he can hear it. This is happening. I'm about to give myself to a stranger, and I've never been more certain of anything in my life.
"Are you sure about this?" he asks, his voice suddenly serious. "You said you've never done something like this before."
The question surprises me. He's checking in, making sure I'm comfortable with what's happening. It's unexpectedly considerate for what's supposed to be a meaningless hookup.
"I'm sure," I say firmly. "I want this. I want you."
I feel the bed dip as he returns to me. His hands are gentle as they caress my face, my neck, my breasts. It's as if he's memorizing me, savoring every inch.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, and there's something in his voice—a reverence that makes my chest tighten.
I reach for him, finding his shoulders, his chest, the hard planes of his stomach. I want to touch all of him, to know his body as intimately as he seems to know mine.
"Please," I whisper again. "I need you."
And as he positions himself between my legs, I realize that whatever happens next will change me forever. And I'm ready for it.