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“Are you going to let me have what’s mine, little wolf?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my heart racing at the thought of what was to come. “Please, Noah.”

He slipped the other strap off my shoulder, and my dress fell to the floor in a puddle of fabric, revealing that I hadn’t worn a bra, but something told me he didn't care. His palms trailed around my ribcage until he cupped the weight of my breasts in his hands, and I moaned at the contact.

Somewhere during this little show, he’d taken off his shirt. I’d been so focused on what he was doing to me, I missed that detail. Part of me was sad I hadn’t had the opportunity to do it myself until his strong, muscled chest pressed fully against my back.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me against him until the heat of the fire was nothing but a distant memory compared to the feel of his skin pressed against mine. Our hearts beat together, a steady tandem pulse.