The heat inside her coiled tighter with every movement of his hand. His palm slid across her skin with a slowness that made her yearn for more. His hands were slightly rough against her skin, and yet, instead of disliking it, she liked it even more; their roughness making her shiver as she leaned into his touch..
He pinched her ni**le and Her wolf purred low in her head, a deep, satisfied rumble that made her stomach twist in confusion even as a slight pain shot through her at the sensation... It was maddening-how a single touch from him could quiet the fever tearing through her veins when she wanted to fight him, wanted to hate him.
His fingers kneaded her breast lightly, almost lazily, and the sensation shot straight through her like lightning. She bit down on her lip hard, holding the sound in, but it was useless- her body trembled anyway, her breath coming in shaky bursts. Shame burned beneath her skin even hotter than the heat itself.
