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strained.
    He pulled out and pushed back into her, slow and deliberate, his movements not as rigorous as his previous rhythm but still inciting her towards the same dizzying height. The tension bubbled, growing within her, despite her prior release.
    “Touch me,” he growled against her.
    Abigail reached for him, wrapping her arms around his torso. She grabbed hold of the sweat-slickened skin of his shoulders. Her nails dug deep into the muscles as he moved within her.
    He roared. Her desire multiplied and her chest tightened at his gratification. She clutched him closer.
    Wolf increased his speed, moving into her deeper, impaling her on the bed and stretching her around his massive girth until stabbed her fingernails into the crook of his hips. His large body held her captive beneath his weight, hindering her movement. With each thrust, he claimed all she gave, seizing what she offered, challenging her for more.
    She stared up at him. His jaw was clenched, his teeth gritted, his eyes closed—the picture of a man on the edge. His imminent release was sketched across the worn planes of his face.
    Mimicking his dominant grip, she slid her hands up his neck, tangling in the hair at the base of his nape. She yanked until his head curved away from her. The smile dropped from his lips, quickly replaced with a snarl. A growl echoed through the dark room. He made no attempt to end her hold. Nor did she release him, enjoying the control she wielded, gripping him tighter.
    She nipped the flesh of his neck between her teeth, biting down until he groaned. She released the skin to move farther down his throat. She let out a gasp, shifting against him. The movement rubbed the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex against his hard torso. She squirmed, trying to get away from the overwhelming feeling and move towards it at the same time.
    “Do you like that?” Wolf howled beside her.
    Her gaze met Wolf’s. He thrust in again, lengthening the brush against her sex.
    Her legs tightened around him convulsively. No other answer was needed. His thrusts quickened, the sounds emanating from him closer to those of a feral animal than a man. Her own pleasure intensified. Wolf shuddered above her, his muscles shaking with his efforts.
    She stared up at him. His hair was wild around his face, his expression focused. He gazed down at her as if she were his entire world, the centre of everything. It was more than she’d ever dreamt of, more than the bard devoted upon his lady in the square. Her heart throbbed within her chest, wanting and needing what she didn’t know how to ask for. More.
    With a wild howl, he plunged into her so deeply she shrieked. The final thrust threw her over the edge. Her climax overtook her, exploding from her and stealing her breath. Wolf followed quickly after her.
    His body went limp against hers. She released his hair, allowing his head to slump down against her chest. His arms still wrapped around her, she settled into the sensation. It felt so good to be in his arms, comfortable and protected. She trailed a feather-light line down his back with the tips of her fingers as their heartbeats settled.
    “Marvellous,” he whispered, nuzzling into her neck.
    Her heart sang at the words.
    His breath slowed against her flushed skin. He wrapped his thick, muscled arms around her like a vice, not allowing her to move. As he drifted off to sleep, his large body pressed her into the bed, keeping her captive even in his dreams.
    Freed from the restraining cloud of lust, reality invaded Abigail’s mind. Fear swept her, snaring her as tightly as Wolf’s arms. She could feel the consequences for wandering down this path gnawing at the edges of her mind. There was no way back to the safety and security she’d once known, no course back to what she used to be, after all she’d experienced. And, worse, she didn’t know if she wanted to go back.
    In the distance, two wolves howled deep within the forest. Their mournful cries