Wayne saw the shock on her face as he turned to leave.
He knew he had not let her finish; he had stopped right at the point of her climax.
Again.
This time around he was not trying to punish her, he had to stop when the haze around his head cleared and he realized what was going on.
The thought of another man touching her had sent him into a crazed frenzy, like a jealous lover. The reaction was so strong that he had gone mindless, letting the wolf in him have its way. Her scent had filled his nostrils, his mind, his head. He had barely been restraining himself from tearing at her clothes and rutting deep within her legs. His wolf had tried to be calm with her because it did not want to risk hurting her with its strength. The taste of her moisture was heady, like an intoxication. Every
