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.

Keep yourself under

am under control,

ask, fighting for control with

to twist it around my fist, pull her head

it too much? Too little? Can you handle this?" Each breath draws more

whispers, the word barely

to tell me what you want." I need her to

the satisfaction of knowing exactly

touch me... more."

"But

that shoots straight to my groin. Her fingers wrap around my wrist

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

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

going too far; my

though every cell

the sink, again, gives me a few seconds to breathe. But this time I barely squeeze any water out before running it across her shoulders

drips down her skin, pebbling it, and I groan as her

and I want to spin her around and ravage them until

But I hold back.

Again.

Barely.

want it, Grace." My voice is barely

she begs, her

telling myself it’s okay. My clothes are between us.

shoves her ass back against my cock, nestling its length

Fuck.

hold back in this

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