Chapter 47 Pierce Little Wolf

• Raising her arms above her head, Rosette whined low in her throat, needing him again. That magnificent bronze body settled slowly, pressing her further into the bedding. He teased her as his enlarged organ slid against her weeping slit. Although she tried, she couldn't capture him, so she moved her hand down to assist him.
• A low growl rose out of his throat as he eyed her stray limb. She placed it back above her head and waited. She couldn't express her need. She wiggled her hips enticingly underneath him, planted her feet on the bed, and ground against him. When he wouldn't move, she started to reach with her hand again and found her wrists pinned to the bed by one of his.
• A glint came into his eye as he reached between them with his free hand and aimed his thick pulsating length.