The Werewolf had had enough. Taking me by the hand led me up the flight of stairs to one of the observation balconies overlooking the Gallery below. Spreading my stilettoed legs wide apart, the Werewolf unsnapped my lingerie, causing the delicate strips to dramatically reveal my goddess for his attention.

My journey to the bedroom, his hand in mine, was abruptly interrupted when he forced me over my dining room table, my forehead pressing against the hardwood. My Inner Goddess was ready, eager, panting with need as his fingertips traced my naked arms down to my long legs. I quivered at his touch, wondering with…

Yet, his strong hand tightened around my waist, pulling me into his territory once more. I straddled his lap, wanting one last body-to-body full kiss with the Werewolf. I loved his body as his hips stressed upwards to match the undulations above his thighs. I held his head in my hands, seeking the ever-present smoked…

There is something powerful and heady when a man hovers over my body—leaving me feeling tiny, petite, and waiting to be ravished. Looking up, I could see a burning hunger flaring in his eyes. I could not hold his gaze for long. I was not afraid of what I beheld flickering in his tawny eyes.…

His tongue had been a perpetual machine! I wondered if this was a new record for either of us, though common sense told me this was probably a normal occurrence for him.