The fire consumed her entirely; she realised her wolf had not overstated the situation. Sparks seemed to traverse between their bodies, yet they yearned for more. She desired to experience his skin against hers with such fervour that she felt no shame in the moment, though she anticipated feeling it later.
Molly paused momentarily before she began to unbutton the collar of his shirt. He inclined closer to gaze down at her, a question evident in his eyes. He need not utter a word; she comprehended his thoughts.
Heat ignited her cheeks. “I have never…”
Jayce muted her with a kiss and clasped her hand to permit her to proceed. He leaned forward after unbuttoning it completely and gradually removed it while observing her. She bit her lip and, for the first time, permitted her gaze to absorb his presence. She was aware of his fitness, yet she did not comprehend the extent of his sculpted physique. He possessed an ideal degree of musculature, and she delicately glided her fingers over his skin to experience it. His arms confined her against the bed.
“I…could you proceed first?” Molly murmured. He appeared perplexed momentarily until he noticed her gazing at his trousers. She was reluctant to be the first to be entirely unclothed, believing she could not manage that situation.
He extended his hand to seize her hands and positioned them on the edge of his trousers. Her fingers trembled slightly as she unbuttoned them, and he removed them along with his undergarments.
She stifled her gasp upon observing his length. It was the inaugural occasion she had encountered a man so…exposed. She was unaware of his extent of… large. Will it cause pain? She had received minimal information about s*x and its expectations, having solely relied on literature for her understanding.
His substantial hand caressed himself. Molly writhed beneath him upon hearing his deep, guttural moan. He grasped her hand and allowed her to perceive him through touch. The moment she made contact with him, he groaned audibly, prompting her to instinctively clench her thighs due to the intensity of her arousal accumulating between her legs.
Her hand tentatively caressed him as she observed him do. He seized the hem of her jumper and removed it from her head without hesitation. He assisted her in extricating herself from her constrictive trousers, and shortly thereafter, she reclined beneath him nearly n**e. She was astonished that her undergarments did not incinerate from the intensity of his gaze.
His fingers played with the edge of her panties, and she realised he was restraining himself from tearing them apart.
“Is this what you desire?” he enquired, his tone gruff.
Is this her desire? A portion of her had consistently regarded him as an adversary, in a sense. An individual from whom she desired liberation and one whom she recognised harboured animosity towards her. However, it seemed as though everything had transformed. He desired her for an extended period, yet it was the inaugural instance she reciprocated those feelings entirely. She desired him, fully aware that their encounter would be ephemeral, yet she was indifferent to the outcome. She would permit herself this singular indulgence, even if it culminated in catastrophe.
Molly whispered, “Yes.” He swiftly tore off her panties and subsequently removed her bra, leaving her entirely exposed to him. His eyes deepened with longing as he absorbed every aspect of her physique. Reflecting on the aspects she had never revealed to anyone previously caused her to shiver and desire to envelop herself in the covers. However, she understood that he would never permit that.
The frigid night air was no match for her warm skin. He bent down to kiss the centre of her chest before grasping her b****t. His coarse beard lightly brushed against her skin as she arched her back towards him, feeling his teeth graze her n****e. Molly groaned at the sensation and immediately wished to conceal herself due to the embarrassment of her sound. How could she summon the capacity to care while engulfed in her longing?
His substantial hands traversed her body, eliciting minute sensations across her skin and causing her to quiver under his touch. He parted her legs and situated himself between them. His fingers brushed against her opening, eliciting a gasp from her, which appeared to further motivate him given his dazed expression.
He taunted her with his fingers, his dark blue eyes observing her as a predator would its prey; she was acutely aware that she was his coveted prize. Gradually, he inserted one of his fingers and penetrated further as she gasped, seemingly eager to elicit more from her.
“Oh!” she exhaled. He inserted it in and out of her momentarily before abruptly introducing a second one. It elicited a sensation of… somewhat breathless. She was perplexed by the pleasurable sensations elicited by merely his fingers. Was she meant to be so responsive to his touch? She was perplexed by her desire for more so soon.
Her hips responded to his hand almost involuntarily. He grasped her hip and drew her nearer to facilitate an accelerated pace and improved access. “Oh! Jayce,” Molly exclaimed as she clutched the sheets.
Jayce abruptly withdrew his fingers upon hearing her utter his name. His lips seized hers in a kiss so fervent that it disoriented her. She clutched his shoulders and pressed her body against his. Her skin was entirely enveloped by him, and she longed to perpetually experience this sensation. It was exquisite to experience their skin in such close proximity. His warmth enveloped them, causing her to nearly neglect her preparation for the impending event.
He withdrew from their kiss and observed her every action. He repositioned himself, and she looked down to observe as he applied his length against her entrance. Molly inhaled deeply and experienced a surge of tension. Jayce bent down to kiss her more gently.
“Relax,” he murmured. “Relaxation will facilitate your ease.”
