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Rolfe wanted to get inside her so urgently that he was finding it difficult to control. He was a virile demon male in his prime and he often had five to six releases in a day to satisfy his needs. He had never been gentle on the females he had sex with and the thing was that they had always wanted more. And now, at this moment, he had to be extra cautious that that one girl who he was dying to be with, didn't shift. He had to be gentle and keep seeing the signs of her wolf. 

He adjusted his shaft that was aching to be planted in his mate in a way that it protruded out of his slacks, a few inches showing up over the waist. And then he removed his tunic in one swift movement and tossed it aside. 

Iona sucked in a sharp breath of surprise. The muscles of her core clenched seeing his massive size. He was just too… big. She couldn't help appreciating the big bad demon who was right in front of her, kneeling and looking at her breasts. Her gaze went back to the crown of his shaft and she purred. The crown was so broad and taut and glistened. Under her gaze, his shaft pulsed and she saw a bead of moisture forming over it. The vein that supplied its maximum blood had swelled along the ridge and a thought of how it would be in her mouth and inside her body, flashed across her mind. Her juices started flowing making her feel wet and lusty. She wanted to suck it and lick it with her tongue, like now. 

By now Rolfe knew that if she purred, it meant that it was her wolf clamoring on the inside and wanted to come out. So, he decided to ignore the wolf and instead cater to his little mate. He stared at her breasts for a long time and then said, "I am dying to see those breasts of yours, Iona." He helped her remove her tunic from her and tossed it on his. 

She squirmed beneath him as he stared at her hungrily. Her nipples hardened and became painful and heavy. She wanted his mouth on them. Gods, what were these lascivious thoughts? But she couldn't help herself. She purred again and thrust her breasts out for him. 

He cursed in demonic language as his shaft pulsed all the more, moistening the crown. "You are so beautiful, Iona," he said as he lowered himself on her and supported his body on his palms. His gaze traveled all the way to her slack and he tugged them out and tossed them on the heap of clothes that was increasing. He knew that he had to keep speaking her name 'Iona' again and again so that her wolf would know that it was Iona whom he needed at the moment.

As soon as he tugged her slacks away, he stared more at her. Those black curls of her crotch were inviting as hell and now he didn't know where to start from. He had never been in such a situation before. 

As she lay there under his scrutiny, she squirmed more and found herself asking, "Am I up to your expectations?" She didn't know what else to ask because she was completely inexperienced in these matters. So, the best thing to ask was what she was thinking about the situation. She waited for his answer and her breath lodged in her throat. Gods, this was the longest second of her life. 

His body was tense and his neck muscles had corded to the extent that she could see his throbbing artery. His tone was brogue when he said, "You are much more than I had ever imagined, Iona. You are like every demoness, multiplied by a thousand." He shook his head. "No. You are like my dreams come true." His eyes went back to her nipples and she purred again. 

A shaky breath left his lips. "Iona, I want you to concentrate on me and repeat my name every time you feel like purring, okay? Because what I am going to do to you now is going to make me go mad and also your wolf. You have to keep me and your wolf on leash. Can you do that?" 

She nodded. "Yes!" No, she couldn't. How could she? Her hand went to her breast and inadvertently, she pinched her nipple. 

Rolfe couldn't wait for a second more. He groaned and lowered himself to her breasts. He pressed kisses on her upper swells. She cried as the first touch and a shudder passed through her body, the sensation being unbearable. He came to her nipples, licked them, circled them with his tongue and then latched onto them hungrily. When he took the first drag, she saw stars in her vision. "Rolfe," she cried as she pressed her crotch against his groin. She pressed his head to her breasts for him to take more. He snarled against her skin and lowered his hand to the black curls of her groin. She arched in his hands and once again purred. In order for her wolf to stay down, she cried his name, "Rolfe!" 

"Relax, Iona," he said, looking up at her. He went to her other breast and then licked its nipple. "I would love to lick you and suck you down there. Do you think you can manage?" But she was already experiencing too much sensation. He lowered his head to her breast and then sucked it hard. 

"Ah, ah!" she was combusting as the heat was coiling in her belly and she was squirming away. "Rolfe!" she called him again when she wanted to purr. 

He lowered his hand in her thatch and started curling his finger lazily in her sex, trying to part the hair to reach her bud. Suddenly he bit her nipple lightly and she wanted to scream. And he knew that she wanted to, so he placed his arm over her mouth and in the frenzy, she bit his arm to suppress her scream. She asked, "Will you be— will you be going down there?" 

"Yes darling," he said and took one crazy drag from her nipple. "And I am going to pleasure you as hell. Just don't scream." Had it been any other place, he would have loved that she screamed and screamed until everyone heard his little mate. His mate. Gods, the word sounded so beautiful. He was the luckiest demon in the world to have a mate and now he was pleased with her. His world had become… perfect… or purr-fect. He took his hand lower and his fingers came across her wet lips. Her juices were flowing for him and he growled as he cupped her sex. As her juices wet his hands, his shaft throbbed and his breath became shallow. "Woman, you will make me go mad." He got up and hovered over her. She opened her eyes, hating this momentary separation. 

"Wh— what? She cried. All of a sudden, her gaze fell on his shaft and she stared. It had moistened even more. 

"Iona, the way you are looking at my shaft, I think I will come just like that!" he growled, his cock pulsing and balls tightening. 
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