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mirror. He held her gaze in the glass and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “No."
    “Look how beautiful you are.” He pressed his erection against her butt. “Don't you feel how much I want you?"
    Passion darkened her eyes as he rolled one nipple in his fingers, while his other hand traveled down her flat stomach. Her breath caught when his finger found her clit, and he tested her wetness with another. She rocked forward and forced it deeper. He pushed a second finger in, reveling in how tight and wet she was for him, as she rocked against him, faster and harder. An orgasm ripped through her, and her pussy clenching on his fingers drove him crazy.
    Gently he pushed against her back so she was leaning across the counter, resting on her elbows. He nudged her legs apart and guided his cock into her still convulsing core. Holding her gaze in the mirror, he began to move in and out, one hand rubbing circles on her bottom, the other matching his thrusting rhythm on her clit.
    He loved her awed expression. She was holding nothing back, giving herself to him. He saw lust and wonder in her eyes. It was a start. He wanted to throw his head back and howl as the orgasm took him over. She came with him, the shudders traveling from her body to his. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against his chest, trying to catch his breath.
    “The water's probably getting cold,” she said after a few minutes.
    “Yeah,” he grunted. He set her in the shower before stepping in with her.
    She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall as he lightly soaped her up. It was a trusting pose, relaxed and languorous, and he assumed they'd just had a breakthrough. God, he hoped so. He liked her sated and compliant. He ran the washrag up one thigh, and she shifted slightly, opening her legs and edging forward. He grinned. He might like her a little pushy, too. He turned her to the wall and pulled her hands high above her head.
    “Don't move,” he whispered in her ear.
    Starting at her ankles, he explored every inch of her, his tongue often following in the wake of the soapy rag. Up one leg and down the other. She shivered as his touch turned from gentle ministration to sensual. She was beautiful spread out, open and available for him. He marveled at her. He nudged her thighs apart and slipped a finger into her pussy, while his other hand explored the rounded curves of her ass. Her breathing hitched and he growled when she tried to move.
    “Don't."
    When she remained motionless, a second finger joined the first. He worked them in and out in slow motion, rubbing the sensitive spot on the front of her vaginal wall. Her scent of arousal grew heavy in the air and he dragged it deeply into his lungs. Sensing she was close to release, he abruptly withdrew his hand. She moaned a protest, but stayed immobile. He felt a surge of satisfaction.
    Drawn to her butt, he palmed each cheek. Spreading them, he imagined burying his cock there too, and vowed to do it soon. He dipped a finger into her pussy and gathering her wetness on it, worked it into the tiny hole of her ass. He squeezed his eyes shut. So tight. Her breathing turned ragged and her muscles clenched in an effort not to move. The scent of her arousal intensified.
    With restraint he couldn't believe he possessed, he gently eased his finger higher into her. His cock pulsed in demand and using his feet, he nudged her legs farther apart. With his other hand, he guided it into her slick channel. Her head fell back and she shook in the throes of orgasm as soon as he lodged himself inside her. His wolf howled in triumph. She was completely his.
    Grabbing her hips with both hands, he pounded into her in a steady rhythm. The feel of her body clenching around his cock was unparalleled. He didn't want it to end, was sure he could stay here just like this forever. He came too soon, the orgasm rising from nowhere to overtake him.
    He didn't come back to himself for several minutes and was