restraint, any hesitation or lightness of touch. “And what way would that be?”
He let the dress fall around my ankles and placed his hands on my hips as he waited for my response. I placed my hand over his and began to slide it down across my hip down toward my sex. “You have a strange power over me,” I said. Thane let his fingers rest just inches from where he had rubbed me so vigorously earlier in the night. I could feel them moving slowly but surely downward.
“What if I said no?” I asked.
“You’d be lying,” Thane replied. “You’re aroused. I can smell it on you. But you’re also afraid of something.” He let his hand slide a little further down. My muscles tensed. Before, I could blame my arousal on the situation, seeing everything happening below, following Thane’s instructions, the unexpected rush of excitement, but here in my room, as he slowly drove me to greater and greater heights of arousal, I knew I couldn’t deny it. I wanted Thane in a way I had never known possible. I felt a heat rising through my body, the same heat I had felt that morning when he ran his hand up between my thighs. I wanted to give myself to him. “I won’t bite. I promise. Tell me you desire me.”
I nodded yes. Why wouldn’t he just take what he wanted? I placed my hand back over his, pressing my thin fingers against his muscular hand. For a moment, he hesitated, like he had second thoughts, but then he let his hand slide between my legs and began to rub with a soft touch. The feeling was wonderful, and I let out a soft, quick moan.
Thane pressed himself against me, and I could feel him growing hard and hot behind me. He ran his free hand up over my stomach and across my breasts lightly pinching the nipples. Then he traced up the curve of my neck and brushed his hand across my cheek. He dragged his finger across my lips and I licked my tongue across it and kissed it slightly until he had slid his finger inside my mouth. I sucked on it lightly as he continued to rub between my legs, and I don’t know if it was from rubbing me or from how I played with his finger, but Thane had gotten completely hard, and I could feel his great length pressed against my back.
I wanted him so badly. What was he waiting for? I turned around slowly and knelt down before him. “I have not forgotten,” he said as I undid his belt, “what it was like to be pure.” I could see the deep muscles of his hips and his lower abdomen as I pulled his pants lower. I wrapped my hand around his erection.
“As do I,” I replied. Maybe he had forgotten fingering me as he made me watch wolf after wolf slide themselves inside a whore. I had been sold to him. He had stoked passions I hadn’t known, had filled my core with pleasure, and now he wanted to talk about purity? I didn’t want to hear about his nobility or his reticence, I wanted to take his cock in my mouth again, I wanted to taste him, and I wanted him to have his way with me. I wanted him to overpower me and claim me.
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“Stand up and hand me the robe. Remember to place your weight on your good ankle. And there's no need to be coy. I know you're aroused. I can see the excitement in your eyes, can hear it in your breaths. You're a bit flush Emily. You’re slightly inexperienced, but make up for it in personality. I like that. Stand up and take off the robe."
I paused for a moment. He was right. I was aroused. Something in his voice, that confidence and strength stirred something deep inside me. I felt the excitement deep in my core. I felt it in my chest. As I stood before him, my heart pounded, and I could feel the heat of my arousal between my legs. I was almost ashamed at how turned on I was.
"You were looking for excitement, and now you have it. Grab the belt and undo it. Yes, like that." I felt the top of the robe open, and I felt the air lapping against my stomach as I
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