So, being a widow of a reasonable level of experience, she set about breaking down the last wall around Lysander Worthington — the wall of reaching for what he wanted instead of waiting silently for the scraps he thought he deserved.

You will run wild by my hand.

She wrapped her fingers tightly around him and began to move them up and down the base of his shaft.

You will lose all reserve.

She closed her lips around the thickness of him and drew upon him, sucking him deeper and then pulling away slowly, keeping the suction tight, sliding her tongue along the thick vein that ran beneath.

Reach for me!

He withdrew from her mouth and tugged her grip free. Gemma fell back slightly from her perch upon her heels and looked up at him to see the wild, dark heat rise in his eyes, turning them black and unreadable. She shivered slightly and ran her tongue nervously over her lower lip, but she did not break their locked gazes.

He dropped to his knees between her sprawled limbs and took her face into his hands. She'd never known anything like the kiss he gave her, the kiss he took from her. Oh sweet heaven, the kiss.

Never. Never had she been kissed like this, never truly kissed before, never knew it could burn so, heal so, ache so.

She closed her eyes and fell freely. She didn’t give a damn if she ever landed at all.

Run free with me.

His secret wolf unleashed, he wrapped his arms about her, sweeping her in a great circle that rolled them both back down upon the carpet.

I cannot breathe. I don't care. If I die beneath him, I will at least have lived.

For all his ferocity, he didn't hurt her. He was all rough passion and violent need, but his touch left her breathless with pleasure, not pain.

One large hand wrapped around the back of her head and the other slid down her neck, over each breast with a masterful squeeze, over her belly and down.

Oh, yes.

Touch me.

Hot fingers, slightly roughened by work and riding. Long, careful, sensitive fingers, playing her slit like a harp, sliding deep into her wet center and slipping out, fingertips circling and tugging, circling and sliding.

And all the while he kissed her. When she arched her body and dug her fingernails into his shoulders and came apart in his arms, he swallowed her moans and cries, never ceasing the pleasure he dealt her.

And when she fell back gasping and shuddering, he rolled upon her even as she shivered and thrust his cock slowly but implacably inside her. She heard herself whimper in surprise, but he swallowed that too.

He was careful and tender, but there was no doubt within her that he would have her and he would have her now.