Wow.
His body is ripped to perfection, with a slight splattering of hair trailing all the way down. And is that an eight-pack? His abs are so cut that I could dip my tongue between each one.
He’s a warrior.
A killer.
And the sexiest male I’ve ever laid my eyes on.
He has scars on his face, arms, and even some on his legs, but they only add to his brutal, masculine perfection. There’s a rune on his chest and more swirls going over his right shoulder.
“See something you like?” He smirks, raking his teeth over his lower lip.
My eyes drop to the sexy V that disappears under the white towel. “Salem…”
“Yes,” he rasps, turning his back to me as he opens his wooden armoire and pulls out some clothes. My eyes widen as I take in his powerful back and taut ass. Yeah, the back view is just as good as the front.
“Could you hurry and put some clothes on? Please,” I beg, licking my suddenly dry lips.
He pauses and turns around. “Why? You’re looking a little flushed over there, little one. Is something turning you on?” He cocks his head. “Or are you just… hungry?”
Oh, boy.
I’m so in over my head. I’ve never even seen a male this naked and close up before. I bet he’s slept with hundreds of women over the years. “How old are you?” I blurt out.
“A hundred and fifty. Why?”
“I’m forty,” I reply, wringing my hands together. “You have a lot more experience with all…” I gesture to his sexy-as-sin body. “All of this.”
His light green eyes soften, and he comes forward and cups my face in his hands. “Sweetheart, I don’t care how much experience you do or don’t have. You are perfect as you are. Yes, I’m likely going to kill any male who’s had you, but we all know I’d enjoy that. So give me the hit list when you’re ready.”
“There are no males, that’s what I’m trying to tell you,” I say, my voice getting louder.
He freezes, and then a slow-spreading smile takes over his entire face. My breath hitches at the beauty of it. He looks so much more approachable when he smiles like that.
Handsome.
Devastatingly so.
He kneels in front of me.
Salem. The shifter with a reputation of being unpredictable and bloodthirsty kneels in front of me.
In his towel.
Up close, there are still a few droplets of water on his skin, and I’m suddenly feeling thirsty.
“I’m going to be your first and your only?” he clarifies, his tone low and intimate.
I search his face before I nod.
He growls, low and deliberate, before he pulls me against him, gently yet forcefully. My head buries against his chest, and his big arms come around me in a protective and possessive hold. “All fucking mine. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but you’re never going to regret it. We’re going to have a good life together.”
I shake my leg with the chains on it, and arch my brow. “Really? You have me cuffed to your bed.”
“You didn’t want to come with me,” he grumbles, his voice so soft I have to strain to hear it. “And I need you here. I need to see you, smell you, and feel you. I watched you for as long as I could, trying to stay away until I couldn’t anymore.”
“You watched me?”
