Free Love's Choice by Renee Jordan Page B

off my neck, his fingers stroking through the black mess. “I get to have my beauty of the night again.”
    “Again and again,” I whispered, my heart thudding.
    His smile was magnificent.
    I threw myself at him, pressing my breasts to his chest as we kissed. His strong hands slid down my back to my butt. He squeezed the cheeks through my underwear before he pushed his fingers into my panties and gripped my naked flesh. He pulled me tight, his cock hard in his blue jeans. I ground on him, shuddering as the delight roared through me.
    Magnus broke the kiss to nibble at my neck. I groaned as he moved lower and lower. His lips spread fire across my skin. His hands pushed my panties down as he sank lower. I gasped as he sucked a hard nipple between his lips. He nipped with his tongue, his blue eyes shining with joy.
    “You naughty wolf,” I gasped as he nipped again. “Mmm, that's nice.”
    My panties were down around my knees and then they slipped to my feet. I stepped out of them. His hands slid up and down my inner thigh. Heat roared from his touch to my sex. My pussy clenched. The burning itch grew and grew as he sucked and nibbled on my breasts. He went back and forth, hungry for my nipples.
    “Magnus,” I sighed as his fingers brushed my wet vulva adorned by silky pubic hair. He stroked me. I shuddered and writhed my hips. His fingers teased up to my clit, brushing it with his thumb. My hips bucked at the sudden electricity. “Oooh, you are a bad wolf. My bad wolf.”
    He pulled his finger away, wet with my juices, and smeared my passion on my nipple. My tangy excitement mixed with his manly musk. I shuddered at the intoxicating brew—leather and sweat tinged with aromatic vanilla.
    Magnus sucked on the nipple flavored with my pussy. He growled his delight, his fingers returning to tease my sex. I shifted my hips, my hands on his naked shoulders. I groaned with bliss as the pleasure tumbled through me.
    “That's nice,” I purred, pushing on his shoulders. “But you're not naked yet. I want to see all of you, Magnus. All weekend, I had your sexy body burned in my mind. Let me see you again.”
    Magnus grinned at me. “Damn, you are bold. Not like the weak women that...”
    I arched an eyebrow at him.
    His grin grew. “I probably shouldn't talk about the barflies that buzz around biker bars.”
    “Nope,” I told him. “Unless it's to say how much better I am than them.”
    “So much better,” he growled as I pushed him down on the bed. He let me do it. He was strong. If he wanted to stop me, he could. That made him so sexy. “They're weak, simpering. They would let me do anything to them because they just wanted to please me.”
    “I want to please you,” I purred, kneeling before him and reaching for his thick belt. “How am I so different?”
    “Because you want to please me your way,” Magnus grinned. “You want to show me your passion. You don't just want to lie there and let me take you. You want to do a little taking of your own.”
    I smiled as his belt came undone. I pulled down the zipper on his jeans. He was hard and throbbing down there. “And you want me to take you?”
    “I want you to be strong,” he answered. “That's what makes you so exciting. You had the courage to walk in the night. I want to tame you. Make you mine.”
    “A raven perching on your shoulder?”
    His hips lifted up as I pulled down his jeans. They bunched around his feet. I went to work unlacing his boots.
    “Yes,” he answered. “How could I not want someone so beautiful and wild. The way you fought today. Boudica and Artemisia all rolled into one.”
    “Those better be beautiful, exciting women,” I purred as I pulled off his boot.
    “They were. Songs have been sung about them. History remembers their actions. Warrior-Queens.”
    My cheeks reddened as I pulled off his other boot. “You really know how to make me feel special.”
    Tears formed in my eyes.
    His hands cupped my cheeks. “You are special.