Tamara threw open the door and raced outside to greet Devin. With open arms, he hugged her close, embracing her the way she’d imagined he would.

He kissed her feverishly, then stepped back to stare at her. “I’ve missed you.”

She smiled. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”

He looked down at her feet. “Where are your shoes?”

The grass was still damp from the morning dew, but she could care less that her feet were suddenly cold. Devin was home, and she felt completely safe again.

He scooped her up and carried her back into the cabin. Once inside, he set her down at the foot of the bed. “Stay right there. I have something for you.”

Tamara waited patiently on the bed, and watched as he set a large bowl of water next to her feet. Before kneeling before her, he grabbed the tail end of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing bronze skin and tight muscles.

He dipped a cloth in the bowl, wrung out the excess water and then lifted her feet onto his thighs. “You look tired. I thought I told you to rest while I was gone.”

“I couldn’t sleep.” The heated washcloth felt like heaven against the soles of her feet.

After both feet were devoid of sand, he pulled a bottle out of the bag he brought back. He unscrewed the top and poured a small amount of the liquid into his hands.

“What’s that?”

“It’s massage oil. It will help you relax.”

Strong hands started with her toes, massaging the tension away. She fell back onto the bed and closed her eyes. When he reached the ends of her dress, he slid his palms under the fabric to knead her thighs. He worked his way up to her hips. Before long, her body became lax under his expert fingers. The sweet scent of the oil tantalized her, and he worked with precision.

The mattress creaked as he joined her on the bed. She opened her eyes to meet his gaze.

“I sometimes think this is a dream,” he whispered, “and that one day I will wake up and you will be gone.”

“You would have one less problem to worry about.”

“No. This is a dream come true.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “How did I become so lucky to come across a woman like you?”

Tamara covered his hand with hers. “And how did I become so lucky to come across a man like you?”

When their lips joined in a kiss, a feeling of euphoria washed over her. His hands traveled under her dress once again, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer into him. He dipped lower to kiss her on her face, neck, and shoulders. His fingers moved slow and gentle across and her body. Her mind flourished with lustful naughty thoughts.

“I would show you how much I have wanted you all this time…if you will allow me.” He breathed hard against her chest as a spoke the words.

She wanted him to show her how it felt to be wanted. “I’ve never been with a…” Her words trailed off.

“I can be gentle. Like this.” He slid his lips across the tops of her breast, leaving a flaming sensation across her skin. “Or I can be rough…like this.” He swept his tongue firmly over a nipple and suckled her through the fabric of the dress.

“Devin…” Her breath hitched sharply and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. The sensation of his mouth on her made her toes curl, but the feeling died out quickly when he lifted his head, eyebrows raised in question.

“Only if you are ready. Only if you will accept me.”

“I want you.”

He moved in and brushed his lips to the underside of her chin.

She grasped his shoulders and held him back. “The lights?”

He looked up at the light hanging over them. “What about them?”

“You forgot to turn them off.”

“No, I did not. When I touch you, I want to see how much it pleases you.”

She nodded, a heated blush fanning over her face.

Devin slipped the straps off her shoulders and bared her breasts to him. His gaze never left hers as he grabbed her in one hand and sucked her bud between his lips. He drew circles around the nipple, teasing the aureola. Her nipples puckered painfully under his playful tongue. He gave the other breast as much attention, kneading them with his palms.

The erection in his pants pressed against her belly. “I smell your sweet heat, Tamara. Say the words, and I will give you the release your body craves.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He nuzzled the side of her neck, and licked at the sensitive skin behind her ear.

“I will accept you.”

His lips and tongue over her body felt as good as the massage he gave earlier. It seemed as though he deliberately slowed things down. He observed her as he teased her with an attentive gaze. She had fallen so deep into his trance that she did not realize that she now lay completely naked on the bed for his inspection.

Devin was now down to his boxer briefs. The size of his dick did nothing to rid her of her hesitations. He was so big and erect that the head emerged from the waistband.

He grinned and brought her legs up so that the back of her thighs was against his chest. Bringing her foot to his lips, he kissed her toes. The other foot was given an equal amount of attention. Her pussy clenched as he dragged his tongue up the insole of her foot. She clutched at the bed sheets, as her core tightened into the buildup of an orgasm.

His lips left a wet trail on the inside of one thigh. He stopped to kiss her at the junction of her thighs.

“Please…” Her clit throbbed.

“Come,” he commanded.

Spreading her thighs further apart, he dragged his tongue slowly through her pussy lips. Her body convulsed involuntary on the bed as her release flooded through her. He found her center and suckled on her clit, prolonging the sensation. Her orgasm was so powerful, that it not only took over her body, but mind and soul as well. He lapped greedily at her nectar as small shivers pulsed through her. It wasn’t until he grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy closer to his mouth that she realized that he wasn’t going to stop. He tongue lashed her already sensitive bud with accurate, firm strokes. A fire raged through her core and she came again.

He growled in satisfaction, and she moaned in ecstasy. His lips glistened with her honey as he rose to kneel above her on the bed. Her eyes widen at the length and girth of his manhood. His dick was hard as a rock with thick veins running under the thin skin. It stood erect, nearly vertical to the ground, and the head tilted to the right.

“Your fucking pussy was delicious,” he growled.

Tamara brought herself to a sitting position to kiss him, tasting her juices on his tongue. She reached for his cock and wrapped her fingers around it. He was nearly as big as her wrist and the veins pulsed against her palm eagerly. She led him down over her and he found her center with no trouble. The head of his dick sunk into her with ease. Her wet pussy clenched in need of him.

“Tamara, look at me.”

She lifted her gaze to Devin, to the man who’d saved her life. The pupils of his eyes narrowed. They were the eyes of the wolf.

He sank deeper into her. “Do you understand what I am? Can you accept that?”

“I already have, Devin. I owe my life to your wolf.”

“My wolf…my wolf wants to claim you as his own.”

She interlocked her fingers around his neck, pulling him closer. He slid inside of her until he was buried to the hilt. She bit into his shoulder as the ache from being stretched subsided. Accepting him, she opened her legs wider, accommodating his girth. His thick shaft moved inside of her with gentle slow strokes at first. When he was completely coated with her juices, he increased tempo and pressure. He grabbed onto her ass and held her down as he pumped into her.

Gratifying sensations overtook her and she let go once again. As she came, her pussy milked his cock. His breathing came hard and fast against her neck where he rested his face against hers. Wrinkles developed on his forehead at the same time he groaned in pleasure. Hot seed seared her insides as he came within her. He stroked through his orgasm, pumping what seemed like every last bit of his soul inside her.

After their hearts calmed, he snuggled beside her on the bed and gathered her in his arms.

She’d fought sleep earlier while waiting for him to return, but now all of her energy was gone for sure. Her eyelids grew heavy.

“Sleep, love,” he whispered.

“I don’t want to wake up without you here…with me.” She heard her own voice slur as she fought to keep her eyes open.

“I will be right here when you wake up,” he said.

“Promise?”

“I promise.” He closed his eyes. “Now let’s sleep. We have a long journey ahead of us tomorrow.”