Leisurely, I slid my hands up over thesmooth flesh of his chest, relishing the feel of his supple skin ontop of his granite muscle. I unbuttoned his shirt as I moved untilit fell open to expose his magnificent body. No one could ever makeme feel as small as he did, yet so incredibly powerful andcherished at the same time.
He moved his shoulders so I was able to pushthe shirt back over his thick biceps, which were easily the size ofmy thighs. His head bent as I traced the intricate patterns anddesigns of his markings before I rose onto my toes to follow myfingers with my lips and tongue. He hissed in a breath as he raptlywatched every one of my movements.
His fiery scent filled my nostrils, fuelingmy desire as my senses were bombarded with the salty taste andexquisite feel of him. I resisted the impulse to jump into his armsand ease the clamoring need of my body. He would take me, I knew,but I couldn’t stop tasting him and feeling him. I wanted to goslow and savor these moments.
His skin rippled beneath my mouth as I mademy way from his shoulder blade down over his nipple. I sucked itinto my mouth, nibbling at the bud with my teeth as I dipped myhand inside his pants to cup him. His shaft jerked, swellingfurther within my grasp when I closed my hand around it andsqueezed just like he enjoyed.
The heat of it seared my palm as I slid mythumb over the head, spreading the wet liquid forming there. He wasso hard within my hand, yet his skin was so supple. Such acontradiction, much like the loving and tender man before mecompared to the sometimes savage and often unyielding demon I knewhe could be.
The muscles in his forearms stood out as hisfingers dug into his palms, but he still didn’t touch me as Icontinued my exploration of his body. I grasped the edge of hispants and pushed them down his thighs.
“You could tear them off,” he suggested in agruff voice.
I laughed as I continued to maneuver themdown over his calves. He stepped out of them so I could toss themaside. “Unlike you, I can restrain myself enough to keep clothes inone piece.”
“I’ve seen youveryunrestrained, MahKush-la.” Those words caused my pulse to spike, as did the hungrygleam in his eyes when they raked over me. “If I cannot touch you,at least let me look at you.”
“You want to see me?”
“You know I do,” he growled.
Perhaps it was the mjéod still having aneffect on me, but I believed it was more the look in his eyesemboldening me to slide my hand sensually down the front of myshirt while I rose before him again. His eyes followed my everymovement as I clasped hold of the bottom of my shirt and slid itover my head before tossing it aside.
“More,” he grated.
I unclasped my bra and lowered first onestrap then the other. The color of his eyes changed to a goldenamber that caused my body to clench with need. That change in coloronly occurred when he was in the throes of violence or extremelyaroused.
I slipped my bra lower to reveal the upperswell of my breast. His eyes remained latched onto me as he waitedbreathlessly for me to take my bra off. I did so, inch by inch,until my breasts were bared to him. His nostrils flared as hisheavy erection jumped before me. The warm air brushing over mynipples and the yearning in his gaze caused them to pucker. Helicked his lips while he watched them harden further.
A rush of power filled me as I realized Iheld him enthralled without even touching him. I ran my hand downmy chest to cup my breast. He took an involuntary step forwardbefore catching himself and stopping. A groan escaped him when Ibrushed my thumb over my nipple before rolling it between my thumband index finger.
Sliding my hand away from my breast, I ranit lower over my belly, down to the button on my pants. I slippedthe button free, pushed my pants down, and kicked them aside. Irose to stand before him in only my simple white underwear.
“All of it,” he commanded. “All ofyou.”
I lifted an eyebrow when his gaze came backto me. Those eyes, more like a human’s now with whites around theirises, were the color of a wolf’s, and like a wolf on the hunt, hehad marked me as his prey. Behind his compressed lips, I could seethe press of his four fangs as they elongated in preparation ofbiting into my skin and claiming me as his. I bore his mark in morethan a few places on my body now, but seeing those fangs caused avisceral reaction in me.
“River…”
His roughened voice broke off when my handsfell to the waistband of my underwear, and I slid them graduallydown my legs before kicking them aside. His eyes latched onto theblack curls shielding me from him, the golden hue blazing brighter.The wetness between my thighs increased in response to his growingarousal.
“No,” I whispered when he moved towardme.
He froze, and his jaw clenched infrustration, but he didn’t come any closer. With a sway of my hips,I stepped into him again. I sighed when my breasts came intocontact with his chest. His erection rubbed against my belly,sending tingles of anticipation through me.
My hands ran over him again as I bent myhead to swirl my tongue over his chest. Slowly, I moved around hisbody, kissing and licking my way to his back. His head turned sothat he could raptly watch my every movement. My hands slid acrosshis shoulder blades, over the line running down the center of hisback as I marveled at the sheer strength and size of this man whowasminein every way.
Sparks danced across my fingertips and hisflesh as his vast power fed my ability to draw on life. Heshuddered as I continued to explore him with my hands and mouth. Imade my way steadily back to stand in front of him again. Hismuscles vibrated with the restraint he used to keep himself still,but he didn’t reach for me.
Clasping hold of his hips, I lowered myselfto my knees before him. I wrapped my hand around his swollenthickness and slid my hand down to the base of his shaft. I kept myeyes on his as I ran my tongue over the head of his shaft,swallowing the bead of liquid forming on the tip. It tasted likehis flesh, fiery and salty all at once, and I found I couldn’t getenough of it as I continued my exploration.
His upper fangs were exposed when his lipsskimmed back. I slid my tongue over him again before taking hishead into my mouth and sucking on it. “Fuck,” he grated. “Takemore, River.”
I barely recognized his voice, it was sogruff, but I eagerly obeyed his command. I slid my mouth furtherdown, swirling my tongue over his skin as I moved. His hips buckedforward, and the corded muscles in his neck stood out. My handsslid up his thighs, and I grasped hold of his taut ass with onehand while I used the other to stroke him.
Sweat beaded across his chest and slid downhis skin in tantalizing rivulets. He thickened and swelled withpressure as I moved faster up and down his length, working him withmy mouth and hand.
Watching him, tasting him, was a rush thatmade my abilities to wield fire and life seem small in comparison.He still hadn’t touched me, yet I was aching for him to be burieddeep within me, but no way was I stopping now.
