He angled her under the spray of water. As it cascaded down her chest, drops of it collecting on the ends of her nipples, he bent and licked it off. Cydney moaned.
They washed each other, sharing the single bar of soap. Wulfric thought he’d lose it there and then as Cydney’s soapy hand closed around his cock, sliding up and down its full length.
When it became almost too much, he pulled her hand away. “No more. I have to be inside you. Now.”
The bar of soap dropped to the bottom of the bathtub as Cydney pulled his head down to hers and kissed him hungrily. She didn’t pull away until they were both panting. She looked into his eyes. “I can see your wolf.”
“Then put us both out of our misery.”
He lifted her, positioned his cock as she wrapped her legs around his waist and surged deep inside her with one stroke. Locking her ankles at his back, Cydney used her leg muscles to help him as he held onto her ass and stroked in and out of her pussy.
Her cries of pleasure had his cock growing even harder. He’d thought he’d never be with her like this again. Unable to go slow, he took her fast and hard, quickly sending her into her release.
With a growl, he lifted her on and off his cock faster until his shaft swelled, locking them together. He let loose with a howl as his orgasm overtook him and filled her with is cum.
He lowered himself to sit on the bottom of the tub with Cydney cradled against his chest while he continued to come. Shaking with the love he felt for her, he kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Cydney.”
She sat up on his lap, moaning as his cock pulsed inside her. “I love you, Wulfric.”
Clutching her close once again, Wulfric felt a contentment he hadn’t felt in a week wash over him. Everything was as it should be. He sat there holding his mate until the water turned cold, then bundled them both up in towels before he carried her to the guest room. Dawn’s light filtered through the only window, marking the first day of the new eternal life he’d share with the woman who would forever hold his heart.
About the Author:
Marisa Chenery was always a lover of books, but after reading her first historical romance novel she found herself hooked. Having inherited a love for the written word, she soon started writing her own novels.
After trying her hand at writing historicals, she now writes paranormals.
Marisa lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and four children.
Check out Marisa’s website at www.marisachenery.com. She would love to hear from you, so drop her an email while you’re there.