Wandering Off the Path by Willa Edwards Read Free Book Online

pinch distracting her from the burn of his entrance.
    When he was fully inside her he stilled, allowing her time to accept the invasion. He throbbed within her, stretching her around his length. Her toes curled at Wolf’s fierce possession over her. Her sex quivered, blocking out all other sensations, her body demanding more. Her sex contracted, dragging him deeper.
    Wolf growled behind her, beginning to thrust with short, quick movements. Not enough to bring her the satisfaction she craved.
    “Please,” she moaned into the pillows, afraid to insist more fiercely, remembering the previous ardent pleas that had been denied.
    But Wolf held nothing back. He increased his movements. His breath was expelled in gruff gusts against her slick back. The hair on his chest and legs tickled her sensitive skin, a sweet agony she couldn’t escape, driving her to want more. She bucked back against him, her hips rising to meet his, moving with him as she anticipated his thrusts.
    Heat built within her. Just as she felt about to explode, Wolf grabbed her hair, pulling her head back with the force on the roots. Her neck arched from the yank on her hair. The pang of tension at her scalp sang through her to her shuddering core, propelling her higher.
    A wave of pleasure overtook her. Her spasms increased, escalating until they enveloped her entirely. Wolf thrust deeper, his large frame curving over her. She screamed out with the force of her orgasm as he nuzzled into her neck, kissing and grazing his teeth over her skin. She gripped the belt ends for stability, digging her nails into the leather, the final tremors rippling through her.
    Her knees buckled under her weight. Exhausted, Abigail slumped forward. Wolf stilled behind her, his cock still hard inside her. She paid him little attention, too replete to notice any sensation beyond the echoing ripples of pleasure.
    Wolf reached over her, wrapping her in his heat. He wrenched at the belt, picking at the leather knots until they unfolded and released her from captivity.
    Freed, she fell to the bed limply, Wolf’s cock slipping from her body. She rubbed her wrist, forcing heat and blood flow back into her hands. They hadn’t hurt when tied together, but freed they tingled, pins and needles dancing across her palms and to her fingertips.
    Wolf curved his fingers around her neck. The hot pads caressed the round muscles of her shoulders, down her back, settling upon her hips. His touch warmed her cooling body. With a slight pressure upon her hips, Wolf encouraged her to roll. She gave in to his orders. Her arms quaked as she used them to turn over, not having the will to deny him.
    Abigail stared up at Wolf, his large body dominating the space above. His broad chest, thick roped arms and torso and the snarl on his lips obscured all else from her vision. Nothing mattered beyond him and this moment. She longed to reach out and stroke him, but didn’t have the strength to lift her arms.
    He rubbed his thumb across her lower lip. His gaze had lost some of the intensity, yet his molten eyes still glowed with desire. He no longer seemed to want to eat her whole, to take her body. Now he demanded so much more. Her heart. Her soul.
    Her stomach flopped.
    “This time”—his hand curved around her cheek, directing her gaze to his, though she couldn’t look away if her life depended on it—“I want you to touch me.”
    Before she could respond, Wolf dived for her, sucking the pulse point of her neck, settling on a section that made her muscles jerk. He gripped her thighs, pulling them off the mattress to wrap around his waist. Her warm sex pressed against the hard muscles of his lower abdomen. She clenched her legs tight, crossing her ankles behind his back. Her body automatically reacted to the possibility of being filled by him again.
    His smile was shaky and his breath rasped. He plunged into her, his thick cock thrusting deep. “Fuck.” Wolf threw his head back, the muscles of his neck