Page 21 of 3013: Wonderland

“I love you, too, Juliet. You are my heart, my soul.”

When she leaned in to kiss him again, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck to pull her even tighter against him. As his mouth claimed hers again, he released a low, throaty growl that almost sounded like a purr. He’d never made that sound before, but she seemed to enjoy it so it didn’t worry him.

He wanted to utterly devour her but didn’t want to frighten her with the intensity of his need. He wished he could just open his jeans, push her panties aside and let her sink down on his cock, but that wouldn’t be right for their first time together. She deserved sweet words and soft candlelight, not some feral beast who wanted to ravish her.

It relieved him that he felt no fear coming from her, though. Lifting her, he got to his feet and carried her over to the couch. His knees almost buckled as she wrapped her long legs around his waist. She felt so small and fragile in his arms, but there was a steel core of strength in her that he couldn’t deny.

He silently cursed when she squirmed against him. To regain some control, he lowered her to the couch and covered her body with his, careful not to put his full weight down on her. He stroked the hair back from her face as he stared down at her.

Fenris had fantasized about being with her for so long that it was hard to believe that it was finally happening. That she was really there with him, right where she belonged.

“You are mine.”

Her lips curved into a brilliant smile. “I am. I always have been.”

With his gaze on hers, he slowly began to raise her skirt up. Thankfully, he saw no fear or hesitation in her beautiful gray eyes, only desire and love. The scent of her desire was driving him mad for a taste of her, but that could wait. He barely had anycontrol left, and he needed to make sure she was ready before he took her.

He made that purring sound again when he glanced down and saw her silver lace panties. Moving slowly, he slid his hand beneath the silky barrier. He groaned when he rubbed two fingers along her slit and felt the slickness of her desire for him. When she started to squirm against him, he gently pushed his finger into her liquid heat.

“Fen!”

“Let me in, my sweet little butterfly. Let me make you feel good.”

When she shifted her thighs apart wider, he took that as an invitation. He slid his finger inside her and felt her tight muscles parting to let him in. He slowly moved his finger in and out of her, then added another digit to the first to stretch her open for him. He kissed her over and over again as he drove his fingers into her harder, faster, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

He wanted to feel her come apart.

Wanted to feel her shatter around him while he was inside her.

But first, he needed to make her come so she would be slick and ready for him. He rubbed his thumb over her clit in small circles, driving her closer and closer to the edge. When she clung to him and felt her nails sink into his skin, he relished the small bite of pain. Her back ached off the couch as she came with a small scream, but he didn’t stop fucking her with his fingers until she stopped shivering.

Needing to taste her, he pulled his fingers out of her tight pussy and brought them to his lips. He growled as the sweet taste of her hit his tongue, and he immediately wanted more. But that would have to wait. He felt like he would die if he didn’t fuck her soon. Normally, something like that wouldsound melodramatic, but in this case, it was nothing but the unvarnished truth.

He’d loved her for more than half his lifetime, and losing her, even temporarily, had nearly driven him to madness. Now that he had finally gotten a taste of her, he wanted more.

He wanted everything.

She gasped in protest when he pulled away from her, then she silently watched as he tore the rest of his clothes off in a rush. When he was standing before her completely naked, her eyes widened as she took in the sight of him. His arms, legs, and torso were completely covered in tattoos, each design signifying an important moment or memory. More than half of them were related to her somehow, but he would have to explain all that some other time.

As she glanced down at his straining cock, he felt her gaze like a phantom caress. He carefully watched her for any signs of fear and was relieved when all he saw was the same desire he felt. She made him feel like a fucking god as she admired his body, and he knew he would never get tired of seeing her look at him like that.

When she reached out to grab hold of his thick shaft, he gritted his teeth against the pleasure her touch gave him. She slowly stroked him from base to tip, then did it all over again.

“You have an impressive body, Fenris. With your muscle tone, I bet you would be a good dancer.”

“My two left feet say otherwise. I’ll leave the dancing to you, little butterfly.” He shuddered as she continued to stroke him.

“You’re really big. I’m surprised you don’t have any tattoos down here.”

His lips quirked into a grin. “Want to put your name on it?”

She let out a startled giggle and shook her head. “Oh, no. I think having my name splashed across your chest is enough for me. Besides, wouldn’t that really hurt?”

Fenris had never considered putting a tattoo on his dick before, but Juliet already owned every part of him so having her name stamped across that particular appendage wouldn’t bother him one little bit. It would hurt, though. Even so, he didn’t completely hate the idea.

“It would, but it’s doable.”

“I don’t like the idea of you being hurt…even a little.”