He kissed down the line of her neck and she ran her fingers though his hair like she’d wanted to since she saw him that first night. It was so soft and she could smell his shampoo.

He stopped at her br**sts, rolling his eyes up at her and she watched, entranced, as his teeth scraped over her nipple and his tongue swirled around. Over and over until she was nearly panting. Each draw of his mouth shot straight to her clit until her pu**y was clenching and unclenching in time with his mouth on her nipple. Oh how she wanted him inside of her!

Stopping and pulling his mouth back, he gave her a grin so sexy and devastatingly naughty that she gasped. She watched down the line of her body as he kissed over her stomach and breathed hotly against her neatly trimmed mound. His big hands slid up from her calves to her inner thighs. His broad shoulders held her thighs apart. With another one of those grins, he moved down a bit and settled between them.

It had been so very long for her. Four years since her last date and five since she’d had sex. And even then it was a brief affair—he had been horrible in bed. She began to feel self-conscious. She knew for sure that the man between her thighs was experienced in bed. She had only slept with three men in her life and none of them provided her with any noteworthy moments. She was extremely limited in her sexual experience.

Embarrassed, she tried to close her legs against him, but he pressed his palms against her inner thighs and pushed, holding her open fully to his gaze. “No, beautiful. I want to see you. All of you.”

“I, uh, well, ohmigod…” She broke off incoherently as he put his mouth against her pu**y, taking a long lick from anus to clit.

“You taste so good, Nina. I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to get enough,” he murmured, looking up at her with those deep green eyes.

“Uh,” she managed. Her head fell back against the bed and he chuckled and went back to work.

He lapped at her with long, slick strokes of his tongue, tasting the landscape of her pu**y, learning her body as she herself learned. Not that she’d ever admit it to him but she’d never been given o**l s*x before and man oh man had she been missing out!

Over and over he licked. He nibbled and laved and lapped at her. While his fingers slowly pressed into her pu**y, he flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit. He ate at her like she was the best thing he’d ever tasted and it made her feel like a goddess. She’d never felt anything quite so intense in her whole life.

It was so incredibly intimate, his mouth there on her. The way he was so big and feral and yet utterly gentle with her moved her deeply, despite the fact that she did not want to be moved.

She focused instead on the sensation of his mouth—his tongue, wet and soft as it stroked over her, his lips moving against her labia, over the hood of her clit—it made her delirious with pleasure. Her orgasm began to settle into her body. She could taste the metallic presence of it on the back of her tongue. She could feel it filling the empty spaces in her body, expanding, building until it burst over her in what felt like a shower of sparks. Back arched, hands fisted in the sheets, his name burst from her lips as she exploded into a climax so powerful it felt like it was filling up and then wringing out each and every cell in her body.

Before she could drag her eyes open she felt him move up her body and begin to press his c**k into her still spasming pu**y.

Lex was drunk with the taste of her body. With the way she responded to him. She was so wet and she tasted like something he’d never even imagined. So good and so right that he couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. Each moan and gasp and sigh she gave him shot straight from his c**k to his heart. Her desire for him was a powerful thing, it wove a spell over Lex and he felt bound to her already.

He moved up and positioned the head of his c**k at her gate. Her eyes slowly came open and she smiled up into his face. It was an utterly unguarded moment and he had the feeling that was a rare thing with her.

“Hi. Don’t you need a condom before you do that?” She said in a purr as an elegant brow slid up.

Oh hell no! In the first place, werewolves didn’t carry human STDs. In the second place, he could scent that she wasn’t in the fertile part of her cycle. But lastly and most importantly, he needed to come inside of her to mark her, to claim her. He wanted that, no, he needed that.

“We don’t carry STDs and you aren’t at your proper time for pregnancy,” he said as he began to push deeper. She was creamy and soft and swollen but really, really tight.

“Ah,” she said with a wince. He was pretty impressive size-wise and it had been a very long time since that territory had seen a penis.

“Damn it, Nina,” he said through clenched teeth, “you’re so tight. It’s so good I might come before I get halfway inside.” A horrified look broke over his face. “You aren’t a virgin are you?”

She laughed. “No. But it’s been a while. Why, you have a policy against virgins?” And she broke into a moan of pleasure as he began to stretch her more fully.

“No. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll let you know if that gets to be a problem. Now shut up and f**k me.”

He looked down into her face with surprise and then threw back his head and laughed. This woman was pretty damned amazing.

Inexorably, he pushed into her, the superheated, tight walls of her pu**y clutching at him, parting for him like a molten curtain of flesh. His teeth were clenched as he concentrated on keeping it slow. He wanted to slam into her to his balls, wanted to feel her embrace fully and right then, but he could feel the truth of her statement that it had been a while. He’d never been with a woman so tight before and he was afraid he would hurt her.