Wolf's Desire
“Can’t I?”
Lily felt herself slicken as she bit her lower lip. Her hand trailed to her own breast as she kneaded the tip of her nipple. A hungry growl tore from his lips. She wanted him, all of him. The dark and the light. Slowly, she stood, crossing the hayloft toward him. There was something more vulnerable about standing in front of him fully nude that caused her breath to hitch.
“Good girl,” he purred.
Within seconds, he had her in his arms, wrapping the cords of the pulley rope around her wrists until her hands were secured above her head. He dropped to his knees, gripping her bare ass with both hands until he’d spread her wide.
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