The Wolf's Pursuit (London Fairy Tales #3)(59)

"What was that?" Hunter whispered in her ear, allowing himself to nip her neck with his teeth.

"I said alright," Gwen said through clenched teeth.

"Good." Hunter sighed into her neck. He wanted to kiss every part of her, hold her close like this and never let go.

"Take five steps and then turn right."

He followed as Gwen did exactly what he said.

"Now take two steps and turn right again."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Am I wearing a blindfold?" He laughed.

"No." She took a breath and walked two steps ahead. "Now what?"

"Patience." He kissed her neck again. "We need to pause."

"Why?"

"So I can take down your hair." One by one, he pulled the pins out. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in waves. It was heavy in his hands. He closed his eyes and moaned.

Gwen leaned back against him. He flipped her around and kissed her hard across the mouth, dipping his hands into her thick hair and gently tugging.

"Are we there?" Gwen whispered hoarsely.

"Do you care?" Hunter tilted his head and kissed the side of her jaw, then had to touch her lips again. His tongue trailed her lower lip then his teeth gently tugged it and sucked. Her flavor was so unique he couldn't get enough.

"No." Gwen swayed toward him.

"No, you don't care, or no, the kiss was bad?" Hunter spoke against her lips.

"Hunter." Gwen sighed.

"What?"

"Shut up." Her hands forcefully grabbed his head as she crushed her lips against his. Her arms went around his neck as she forced her body against his. He would happily die this way. He flipped her around and began unfastening her dress.

He fumbled with the buttons and then with a curse finally got one loose. Blazes, how long was this going to take?

Gwen cleared her throat and reached behind her to hand him her dagger.

Clearly he had married a genius. He grabbed the knife and ripped the dress at the seams, not even thinking to ask her if she minded. After all she had provided him with the means to do so.

The dress fell to the floor, leaving yet another battle for him to fight. The corset. Why the blazes did women wear those things?

He sighed in frustration and then pulled Gwen back against him. "I should feed you before I ravish you."

"Should you?" she replied hoarsely.

No. No, what he wanted to do was attack her in the middle of the maze, but he had promised to romance her. Romancing did not include a quick toss with one's wife… besides, he had reason to believe it was her first time.

"Walk ahead three more steps and turn left. It will lead you out of the maze." Gwen stepped out of her dress and walked. He shamelessly watched her hips sway back and forth as she made her way out. Like a lovesick lad, he panted after her and quickly removed the blindfold.

"It's beautiful." Gwen's smile brightened as she looked at the food that had been prepared for them. "But…" Her smile faded. "You are missing something."

"Impossible." Hunter felt panic rise in his chest. "I specifically asked for a full meal. Do you not care for duck? Should I have included soup?" His hands began to sweat as he took in the meal. What was lacking?

"You are missing wolf," Gwen said simply, and shrugged.

"I'm right here."

"Yes. You are." She beckoned him with her finger. Hunter did not have to be told twice. He took a deep breath and then kissed her as softly as he could. Again, he did not want to scare her. Poor thing was probably more terrified, knowing of his reputation.

"Hunter, stop." She pushed him away and leveled him with a glare. "You promised romance."

"I, uh…" Eloquent.

With a grin, Gwen pulled a knife from the table, walked up to Hunter and held it near his throat. "Kiss me, Wolf."

Hunter looked away and then in an instant grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her forward. The knife clattered to the floor. Gwen wrapped her legs around him, and he found that he truly wasn't hungry for food.

But he had planned so carefully, all for her, to rewrite the fairytale to — "Oh, don't stop." He moaned as she licked his ear.

Gwen's nails dug into his neck as she pulled her body tighter against his. He was going to lose his mind if he didn't get her naked. He could see it now: madness by desire.

"Gwen." He placed her on her feet and tried to shrug out of his tight jacket. Why did this always happen to him?

With aching slowness she put her hands flat against his chest and helped push the jacket off, but not before nearly killing him in the process as she kissed and nibbled on his lips every few seconds.

Her hands untucked his shirt and lifted it over his head. Those same hands explored his chest, his stomach, every part of his body that was exposed.

"You are so strong," she murmured as she kissed his shoulder. Hunter felt his chest puff up, unable to help himself. It was what every gentleman longed to hear, You are so strong, so large, so capable, so sexy, so… He chuckled and turned her around so he could rid her of her corset. His nimble fingers worked across the strings. Once loosened, he dropped it to the floor, and she stepped out.

With a satisfied smirk he knelt down and slowly unrolled her stockings, kissing the naked skin on her thighs and moving down. He licked the smooth skin behind her knees, and bit along her tiny feet.