“Damien,” she murmured against his lips as he kissed her again. “I’ve missed you.”
He pushed away that niggling part of his mind that told her she lied. It made no difference if she did…they wanted each other and that was all that mattered right now.
He trailed his hand down over her breast, stomach and hips…feeling her changed body, so warm and lush. He then moved his fingers lower, over the back of her soft thighs and then between them, lingering.
She jerked against his touch. “Damien. Touch me.”
He trailed his fingers up toward the most intimate part of her, feeling her heat through the soft cotton, but when she nudged her hips toward him, he didn’t give her what she wanted. Instead, he dragged up the hem of her dress and then separated his lips from hers so he could pull it over her head.
Pausing to take in the sight of her in black underwear, he then threw her dress on the chair, too. Pulling her up against him again, he twisted one hand through her hair to hold her mouth in place as he plundered it with his tongue. She tugged at the buttons of his shirt until it fell open, and then she ran her hands over his bare chest and stomach, as if she wanted to experience his changed body.
He’d missed this…her soft words…her touch…
He palmed her breast, cupping it through the cotton material. He sensed her arousal increase with just that gentle contact. She was so damn responsive, melting against his hard body as he palmed the soft flesh, her nipples so erect that they strained against the material of her bra. When he ran his thumb over one, through the cotton, she gasped and panted as she asked for more. He gently tugged her hair so her head fell back and he could watch her expression, as he unclasped her bra and then twisted a nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
Her face contorted, her breath escaping those soft lips in short bursts. And then she bit her bottom lip as she arched her back. You are so damn beautiful. He tugged at her bra, adjusting her so he could pull the flimsy piece away from her, exposing luscious creamy breasts, pink tips begging to be tasted. Flicking and teasing one nipple between his fingers, he moved his mouth to her other breast. He had barely closed his lips around her erect bud when she released a soft cry.
Fuck! His beast rose, and Damien’s first instinct was to push it back before the fangs and claws emerged, as he did all those times he was with her before…but no…why the hell should he? He wasn’t going to hide his true nature from her any longer…he stopped being ashamed of it long ago.
If the beast came forward, he wouldn’t stop it. And if Iris wanted him, she would take him as he was.
It took all his willpower to step away from her for the time it took to pull his shirt off his shoulders. Her eyes on him, she slid her panties down, flinging them on to the pile of clothing on the chair. The sight of her naked nearly killed him. And as he pulled down his trousers and boxers in one go, the friction as the material slid over his erection was damn agony.
He took a step toward her, and just in time, remembered the packet in his jacket. At the sound of plastic rustling, confusion mingled with the lust on her expression. They had never used protection before, because he had been a stupid wolf in love, wanting to fully join with the female he thought was his mate…
He had grown since then and learned to be careful.
When he kissed her, the feel of her naked body against his made him unable to wait, especially when she pushed against him, her erect nipples trailing against his chest. He held her waist and sat her on the desk before gripping her hips to pull her to its edge.
As he plunged into her, the feeling of being inside her again sent his passion into overdrive. She cried out his name, and it was just as well he had a whole damn floor to himself. When he pulled out and pushed back in again, she bit his shoulder, stifling her scream.
“It’s okay,” he growled. “Make all the noise you want. Nobody can hear you.” But my wolf loves it.
He pressed into her lush heat, groans leaving him, and she flung her head back as she released another cry. As he drove deeper into her, his mind turned hazy with desire. How had he thought anyone else could replace this…that he could feel this way with another?
He made an effort to hold back, wanting this to last. It had been years since he’d been with her, and he couldn’t let it be over with fast. With all his willpower, he paused, still inside her as he pulled her against his chest to hold her for a few moments, so he could feel her against him.
“Damien,” she murmured, her inner muscles clenching him as she looked up at him with hooded eyes, “I need you.”
Her words tore through his resolve, and he held her hips, positioning her so he could drive deeper into her.
Hell…after years, it was as if he belonged somewhere.
As he plowed into her, dragging her hips up against him with each thrust, his claws extended, biting into her skin.
She glanced down at them, and he went still as her gaze went to his parted lips. Out of instinct, he flicked his tongue against a small fang. He had told himself that he no longer suffered from that inferiority and did not care about showing her his beast. But part of him still longed for her to accept him…
When she didn’t pull back, he took her face between his hands so he could look at her as he pushed into her again. For a moment, she was still, but then, a gush of heat surrounded his shaft. He trailed her soft lips with his thumb, and she twisted her face to take it into her mouth, sucking as her tongue teased its tip.
You’re killing me, Iris.
As he thrust harder, she flung her head back again, another cry escaping her. Her arms went around his shoulders as she squirmed and moaned underneath him, her nails biting into him as her hips pumped, frantic.
“Damien…more, please!”
Her plea drove his beast over the edge, his fangs elongating further. He couldn’t hold back, his mind and body out of control as all he could do was take her until she could think of nothing else… possess her.
With one final push, he came inside her. She orgasmed with a loud cry, her core still grinding against him—as if this hadn’t been enough for her, either.
As he stared into soft blue eyes, glazed, he saw the affection of the girl he once loved. And in that moment, he was willing to forgive her anything.
I’ve made a mistake.
This wouldn’t get her out of his system. It only made him want her more. A glimpse of how things once were between them, and he now longed for that time to return…but they were both changed forever…it was too late.
He pulled out of her and then went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. He got rid of the condom and stepped under the rainfall shower for a quick wash, but the water didn’t cleanse him of his need for her. By the time he returned to the office, she’d already dressed and stood by the desk as if unsure of what to do.
“Can I use your rest room?” she asked, her eyes darting across the carpet as she avoided his naked form. He nodded, resisting the urge to reach out for her as she passed him.
He picked up his trousers but didn’t put them on. It was as if he was frozen…confused about what to do next. What was he supposed to do? Carry on as if he hadn’t just realized that the intensity they once shared hadn’t weakened…only gotten stronger? As if he hadn’t just looked into her eyes and nearly blurted that he still cared for her?