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    He finally pushed aside the fabric, exposing her labia to his warm fingers. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. He slid one finger deep into her, and she opened for him, clinging to him, wanting more.
    “I’ve missed you,” he purred into her neck. “I want to taste you.” His finger slid from her body too soon.
    They danced again, his body leading hers in the familiar steps of their mating. Before she knew it, her backside came into contact with the table he had been bent over earlier. He pulled her onto it, then pushed her back so that her legs hung off the edges. He stood between her thighs, low rumblings emitting from his throat as he moved her skirt out of the way.
    Expert hands slid her panties to the floor while his fingers traced along her skin with the movement. Her breath caught in her throat again as he dipped down, bringing his mouth into contact with her pussy. She reached for his shoulders and felt his body vibrate with the cat-like sounds which announced his arousal. He pressed his tongue against her clit, wasting no time with teasing her. Then he began to lick in slow, steady strokes, causing a fire to build deep inside her belly.
    He spread her lips with one hand while sliding his fingers into her. God, he went so deep, stretching her already. She knew there would be so much more when he finally took her, but she was lost in the movements of his hand as he slid his fingers in and out, her body reacting, wetting them, caressing them, trying to hold them inside her for as long as it could.
    Relentlessly, he stroked her clit, nibbling it, making the hard bud swell and ache. She needed the release he would give her, needed to cry out with pleasure, but he wasn’t ready yet, putting just enough pressure there to bring her close to orgasm, then moving the pressure so it became a light kiss.
    Digging her nails into his back, she bunched up his shirt in her fingers, urging him forward, arching her hips against him. She wanted him to bury his face in her body, devour her with his teeth and tongue, make her come.
    “My little wolf,” he murmured against her. “I have missed you.”
    Her words stuck in her throat as she saw the heat in his gaze. Sliding her hands inside his shirt, she felt the hard muscle there. He rose above her, those yellow eyes flashing at her, dangerous, predatory, sexual.
    “Are you ready for me, wolf?”
    She nodded. It was all she could manage. He pushed away from her long enough to pull his black shirt off over his head and reveal the striped skin that haunted her every dream. Then he unfastened his pants and slid his zipper down, revealing his cock, before pressing it against her. She was already so wet, there was no barrier between them, but he still had to nudge himself in slowly, stretching her with the movement. She gasped against him, feeling the entire length of him sliding into her. It was even more erotic to know that he couldn’t be bothered with undressing completely. He had to have her then. There. Now. Just like this.
    His arms braced against her, holding her so he could angle himself to move. His cock slipped in and out of her body, the friction building within her with each movement. Her breasts ached against her bra, her nipples puckering, wanting to be released, to be touched, to feel those big hands on them. But he didn’t stop. Instead, he buried his face in her chest and breathed against her as he continued to move inside her body.
    There was something so raw and intense about this movement as he didn’t try to pound into her with wild abandon. Instead, he sought to keep their bodies connected, to keep his cock inside of her, pressed into her as she clung to him for dear life.
    The growls emitting from his body, from deep within his chest, made a shiver go up her back as he rose to face her. He threw his head back and let out a long, low growl, then covered her mouth with his. His teeth grazed against her lips, then moved to her cheeks and