Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 187

Chapter 187: Caine: Restraint

CAINE

Grace whimpers, and I glide the washcloth over her breast, pinching her nipple with the rough fabric. She sucks in a deep breath, her body arching into my touch despite herself, and it takes everything in me not to just throw her to the floor like a wild man.

I’m civilized. Perfectly capable of holding back.

Even if every little shuddering breath of hers wants to rip my control to pieces.

"Where else are you hot, Grace? Here?" I slide the washcloth lower, over the soft plane of her belly.

My cock hardens painfully as she rises on her tiptoes, her body instinctively seeking more. Her legs part in wanton invitation, but I stop at her lower abdomen, hovering just above where she needs me the most.

"Here?" I whisper, my voice rough and breathing heavy.

She nods frantically, her pulse jumping visibly at her throat. The scent of her arousal is better than anything I’ve ever smelled before, and I want it on me every damn minute, every hour, every day of the rest of my life.

"I can smell it." The words are supposed to come out as more of a dominating growl, but it’s more like a needy groan as I hold myself back.

"Don’t say that," she whispers, her cheeks flushing crimson.

"Why not?"

"It’s d-dirty." Her teeth catch her bottom lip as she stares at the ground. Or my hand.

I hope it’s my hand she’s watching, but she’s so fucking bashful, it’s hard to tell.

My fingers press a little harder through the cloth, but don’t travel any lower. "But I can smell how hot you are. How much you want me to touch you. Want me to move a little further..."

Her legs tremble, the muscles in her thighs twitching. Every instinct in me demands I drop to my knees, taste her, claim her, fuck her until she’s breathless and messy and marked beneath me.

huffs. Keep yourself under

under

it now?" I ask,

across her face. I want to twist it around my fist, pull her head back, and

handle this?" Each breath draws

whispers, the

tell me what you want." I need

the satisfaction of knowing exactly

to touch me... more." Her voice

"But what

my groin. Her fingers wrap around my wrist

voice sounds strangled, my fingers tense as I fight back the urge to drop the fucking cloth

before she releases me. Her hands fall to her sides, quivering as she jerks them one way, then another,

going too far; my control’s

every cell in my body protests

at the sink, again, gives me a few seconds to breathe. But this time

pebbling it, and I groan as her entire body goes

and I want to spin her around and ravage them until her breasts are left with my

But I hold back.

Again.

Barely.

you want it, Grace." My voice is barely human

name," she begs, her eyes squeezing

okay. My clothes are between us. If the washcloth is helping, then so

back against my cock, nestling its length between

Fuck.

no man in this world who can hold back in this situation,

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