Heavens she was tight. His cock stiffened at the feel of her channel gripping his finger as if his dick knew it would soon bury itself in the same location.
Molly dug her heels into the mattress, tried to lift her hips, and cried out.
Gavin suckled her sweet bundle of nerves as he eased his finger in and out of her. All her purring and squirming was making his cock harder by the second. At this rate, he was going to come against the bed long before he got inside her.
When he thought she could tolerate it, he added a second finger. So tight. He feared he might actually hurt her.
“Gavin,” she screamed.
For a moment, he thought she was in pain, but then she came, her channel clenching his fingers while her clit throbbed against his tongue. He took the opportunity while she was in the middle of her orgasm to add a third finger and scissor all of them around inside her.
He knew it would be best if he entered her right on the heels of this orgasm while she was loose and sated and still needy, so before the last of her tremors faded, he released her clit, removed his fingers, and crawled up her body.
Positioning his cock at her entrance, he cupped her face and met her gaze. “Eyes on mine, Molly.”
She whimpered as she met his gaze. “Please, Daddy. I need you.”
He kissed her lips and thrust all the way to the hilt, praying to any deity who would listen that she not be traumatized by this experience.
Molly’s eyes rolled back as all the air left her lungs. A long moan escaped her lips before she suddenly grabbed his shoulder blades and bucked her hips. “Do it again. Daddy,move.”
Blessed angels.
Chapter Eight
There were no words to describe the total and utter bliss Molly felt as Gavin thrust into her. Maybe there had been a twinge of discomfort, but really it had just been tightness, and she welcomed that grip because it caused every nerve ending inside her channel to come to life.
If she thought it had felt nice having him suckle her nipples or put his mouth on her pussy, that had been nothing compared to the moment he pushed a finger into her. And now this.
It was as if he belonged inside her. They fit together as though it were destined, and it was. According to Fate, Molly had always been his from the beginning of time. She would never doubt Her choices again. That was for sure.
Tremors that had already existed before he entered her simply continued, growing in strength. She vaguely understood what an orgasm was after the two he’d given her before, but she didn’t think the euphoria was supposed to go on and on like this without end.
She gasped when Gavin pulled out, her eyes going wide as she reached for him. “Gavin…”
He kissed her lips and flipped her over, pulling her hips up and lining his thick length with her opening from behind.
Molly fisted the sheets, trying to keep from being shoved forward. She arched her head back as the room filled with a loud growl. It wasn’t him. It came from her. It was primal and demanding. Her wolf wanted everything he would give her.
Her breasts swayed heavily as she did everything she could to brace herself and take every thrust.
Gavin’s mouth came down on her shoulder. He kissed her there, but then he nipped her skin, the slight pain driving her need shockingly higher.
Suddenly, he rose onto his knees, grabbed her hips, and cried out her name. “Molly…” He reached under her with one hand to pinch one of her nipples. “Come, Little one. Now.”
As if her body was no longer her own, it obeyed him, a powerful orgasm shaking her entire frame while he growled low and loud, filling her with his essence.
It seemed very loud in the room. She figured her ears were ringing from the sound of Gavin’s primal growl and the wild beat of their hearts. She was aware of both.
When he eased out of her, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her, turning her around to pull her against his chest as he stood and moved away from the bed.
She had no idea where he was taking her, nor did she care. A few seconds later, she was aware of water running, and she turned her gaze toward the sound just before he stepped into the shower.
“Shh, Baby girl. I’ve got you. Deep breaths. Your heart is racing, Little one.”
She tried to inhale deeply, but it was hard. She was hyperventilating.
“Breathe with me, Molly,” he ordered. “Come on. In…”
