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Authors: Selena Illyria
Tags: Erótica, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Paranormal, paranormal erotic romance, Werewolves, multicultural, Sports, Werewolves & Shifters, Multicultural & Interracial, Romantic, Sports Romance
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feel accepted and appreciated with a look or a word. He made her feel like a queen, like the most beautiful woman in the world.
She reached up and brushed her fingertips over his cheek. His stubble scratched her fingertips. A month ago it had been just a shadow, but now it was a neatly trimmed beard.
She giggled. “I always wondered what it would be like to kiss you with your hockey-season beard.”
He brought his face closer until his lips were a mere thread’s length away. “Then do it. Take what you want. I’m yours.”
She shivered as goose bumps broke out over her skin at his words. All hers. She placed her hands on his shoulders, felt the thickness of the muscle and dormant strength. Despite his size in comparison to her, he had always been gentle with her. Even his grip on her was firm, but loose enough that she could maneuver if need be.
Her mouth tingled. She yearned to taste him, but first she wanted this moment. She took her time, studying every line, dip, and crevice of him. With her touch, she memorized the tension of his skin. He was so warm, so hot. They probably didn’t even need the heater on. She lifted herself up a bit onto her knees and traced his forehead with her lips before moving down to his temple. The whiskers on his cheeks tickled the sensitive flesh as she continued to trace a path along his jaw, over his chin, and up the other side. Her lips traveled along the bridge of his nose to the top. The transition from surprising softness of his flesh to the prickliness of his beard played to her senses.
He hands glided up and down her sides, and around to her back. The thin silk of her blouse didn’t block the warmth of his touch. Her fingers trailed down his throat to coast over his shoulders, then memorized the planes of his chest. She hated that he still had his jacket and shirt on, deterring her from seeing his skin.
“I wish I could see you,” she said.
She pulled on the tab of his jacket to expose the blue plaid shirt underneath. So close. Only a thin bit of cotton separated her from her desire. She glanced up to study his face. The pupils were blown wide. There were lines of tension bracketing the corners of his eyes and mouth. A muscle worked in his jaw. Tiny tremors racked his body underneath her.
His hold on her hips was tight, but didn’t hurt her. She smiled and gave him a quick peck on his lips, then pressed her mouth to his as her fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, exposing his flesh. She ran her fingers over his lightly furred chest. The hair crinkled against her fingers, abrading her skin with each pass. She found one of his nipples and the smooth, rounded head of one of the barbells that pierced the nub.
He groaned when she took the bar between her fingers, and slid it back and forth through the sensitized flesh. She did the same to the other one. His hips bucked up and ground against her silk-covered pussy lips. She groaned and lowered herself down until their groins made contact. More moisture dampened her panties as she rocked against him. The friction against her clit only amped up her desire.
The kiss turned hungry, needy and filled with possession. Their teeth clashed, their tongues dueled. He held onto her waist and guided her to his fly. Brandon rolled his hips, setting off sparks inside of her as flashes of fire lit up her nerve endings. Energy shivered along her limbs as her orgasm closed in. They weren’t even naked, and she was close. Her breasts ached. Her clothing constricted her.
She released his tips and clawed at her own clothing, ripping open her blouse and dragging down her bra. Kelly pressed herself against him and moaned at the solidity and heat of his skin. She rubbed herself against him, setting off sparks that shot straight to her clit, increasing her need. Her pussy clenched, and moisture soaked her panties even further. He pulled her up to her knees before he released one of her hips to reach up and cup a full globe.
She swore when he
She reached up and brushed her fingertips over his cheek. His stubble scratched her fingertips. A month ago it had been just a shadow, but now it was a neatly trimmed beard.
She giggled. “I always wondered what it would be like to kiss you with your hockey-season beard.”
He brought his face closer until his lips were a mere thread’s length away. “Then do it. Take what you want. I’m yours.”
She shivered as goose bumps broke out over her skin at his words. All hers. She placed her hands on his shoulders, felt the thickness of the muscle and dormant strength. Despite his size in comparison to her, he had always been gentle with her. Even his grip on her was firm, but loose enough that she could maneuver if need be.
Her mouth tingled. She yearned to taste him, but first she wanted this moment. She took her time, studying every line, dip, and crevice of him. With her touch, she memorized the tension of his skin. He was so warm, so hot. They probably didn’t even need the heater on. She lifted herself up a bit onto her knees and traced his forehead with her lips before moving down to his temple. The whiskers on his cheeks tickled the sensitive flesh as she continued to trace a path along his jaw, over his chin, and up the other side. Her lips traveled along the bridge of his nose to the top. The transition from surprising softness of his flesh to the prickliness of his beard played to her senses.
He hands glided up and down her sides, and around to her back. The thin silk of her blouse didn’t block the warmth of his touch. Her fingers trailed down his throat to coast over his shoulders, then memorized the planes of his chest. She hated that he still had his jacket and shirt on, deterring her from seeing his skin.
“I wish I could see you,” she said.
She pulled on the tab of his jacket to expose the blue plaid shirt underneath. So close. Only a thin bit of cotton separated her from her desire. She glanced up to study his face. The pupils were blown wide. There were lines of tension bracketing the corners of his eyes and mouth. A muscle worked in his jaw. Tiny tremors racked his body underneath her.
His hold on her hips was tight, but didn’t hurt her. She smiled and gave him a quick peck on his lips, then pressed her mouth to his as her fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, exposing his flesh. She ran her fingers over his lightly furred chest. The hair crinkled against her fingers, abrading her skin with each pass. She found one of his nipples and the smooth, rounded head of one of the barbells that pierced the nub.
He groaned when she took the bar between her fingers, and slid it back and forth through the sensitized flesh. She did the same to the other one. His hips bucked up and ground against her silk-covered pussy lips. She groaned and lowered herself down until their groins made contact. More moisture dampened her panties as she rocked against him. The friction against her clit only amped up her desire.
The kiss turned hungry, needy and filled with possession. Their teeth clashed, their tongues dueled. He held onto her waist and guided her to his fly. Brandon rolled his hips, setting off sparks inside of her as flashes of fire lit up her nerve endings. Energy shivered along her limbs as her orgasm closed in. They weren’t even naked, and she was close. Her breasts ached. Her clothing constricted her.
She released his tips and clawed at her own clothing, ripping open her blouse and dragging down her bra. Kelly pressed herself against him and moaned at the solidity and heat of his skin. She rubbed herself against him, setting off sparks that shot straight to her clit, increasing her need. Her pussy clenched, and moisture soaked her panties even further. He pulled her up to her knees before he released one of her hips to reach up and cup a full globe.
She swore when he
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