"Finally," Devon growled against my mouth, the word vibrating through my bones.
His tongue dragged slow and deliberate over the spilled blood on my cheek, licking every warm drip clean like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. I shuddered, hating the way my thighs clenched around his waist.
He didn't ask permission. His hand shoved straight under my skirt, fingers hooking the edge of my panties and shifting them just enough. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, slow, deliberate, curling like he already owned the spot that made my vision white-out.
I bit down hard on my lip, sweat sliding between my breasts, hair sticking to my forehead. My hands locked around his neck like if I let go I'd fall apart.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he rasped, adding a third finger, then a fourth, stretching me until my lips parted in a silent scream. "All this for me, little wolf?"
