Summer shuddered under Isaac’s hands, letting his head drop between his shoulders and closing his eyes. He didn’t want any other distractions from what the werewolf was doing. A low, soft whine came from him, in time with Isaac’s strokes.
“So beautiful,” he cooed softly and pressed another open-mouthed kiss to his lower back, before coaxing his legs apart and tracing in between them, inching higher and higher. “Have you ever done this before? I’m scared I might hurt you…”
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” the empath breathed, trying not to tremble too much. “You’ll know, I promise, you won’t be able to not know, you won’t hurt me.” The words spilled out of his mouth in a babble of sound.