Love the Wolfless Power Girl at First Sight

Chapter 401 Don’t Stop I’m Already Burning

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By the time the two wolves finally returned to the lake, panting and breathless, dawn had already begun creeping up the pine branches with gentle knocks of light.

Emma nuzzled against Flex’s neck, letting out a low, satisfied hum.

Once they’d run their fill, the wolves yielded control back to Landon and Tessa.

When their human forms returned, snowflakes and a few pine needles clung to their hair.

Landon pulled Tessa into his arms; his lips found her carlobe in a teasing bite. “Now… this time is ours,” he murmured.

His voice was hoarse with desire. “Tessie, I want to have all of you… every last part.”

He didn’t finish his sentence–Tessa pressed her lips to his in an eager, searing kiss that told him everything he needed to know.

Her hands were swift; she stripped off his coat without hesitation. That last sliver of restraint within Landon shattered completely.

He clutched her tightly, breathing like fire in a snowstorm; the very air between them ignited.

Tessa couldn’t wait–she tore at his thin shirt with desperation, shredding it in seconds.

firm chest and the ridges of his abs–places

snow, their clothes piled

down, shielding her with his coat to

up; her whole body radiated heat. She needed him so badly

he pinned her down, she arched up, catching his

mark–red and wet. A low growl tore from his throat as the heat between his

rough pull, Landon ripped her sweater apart–shreds fluttering down to the

her smooth skin gleaming, curves hypnotic. The soft

reached out as if in worship, rough palms sliding reverently over her tender body. The callouses on

her rounded shoulder,

soft flesh molded to his hand, reshaping with every

the full swell of

“Ah!”

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Don’t Stop

could stop it. The sound was enough to push Landon further he kneaded her breasts more roughly now, one hand, then both completely lost in the intimate paradise, that

skin began to glow with a faint flush; only

brushing her waist, fingers tracing lazy circles on her flat stomach. Each stroke sent sparks skittering through her

body, finally reaching her pert breasts. His

“Ah… don’t do that…”