Climbing unsteadily to my feet, I stood in the center of the room and stared at the flap dividing us. Such a small thing, yet it felt larger than the wall dividing what remained of my old world from the unknown horrors beyond. Horrors we might not survive. Could I really take the chance of dying without knowing what it felt like to be possessed by him?
The answer to that was a resoundingno.I took one step, then another toward the flap. I couldn’t stop my trembling fingers from stretching out and taking hold of one of the buttons. It felt like I watched someone else’s hand pulling those buttons from their holes and I was helpless to stop it. I thought my heart might burst out of my chest as I released the last button and the flap fell back.
He stood beyond, his hands resting against the tent wall over the top of the flap. His chiseled, bare chest remained exposed to me. The pants he wore hung enticingly low on his tapered waist and did nothing to cover the obvious bulge straining against the front of them.
Saliva rushed into my mouth; any doubts about what I’d done vanished. His hands fell away from the tent, and his eyes burned with amber fire. He moved so fast into the room I barely saw him before his arm wrapped around my waist, and my feet left the ground.
My hands fell onto his amazingly broad shoulders. His skin was soft beneath my palms, but the carved muscles were hard as stone. It was a contradicting sensation I couldn’t get enough of as I ran my hands over him.
His hand slid into my hair, cupping the back of my head and tugging it back to take possession of my mouth in a blistering kiss that set my body on fire. I squirmed against him in an attempt to get closer. My legs encircled his waist, and I whimpered again when I felt his erection rubbing against my aching center. I ground against him, seeking some release from this undeniable need.
He laid me down on the bed, pressing me back as he climbed between my thighs. He clutched the bottom of my shirt, tugging it upward. “Have to see,” he grated out when the material slid up to expose my stomach.
Giving up on the time it took to remove my shirt the right way, he tore it open. I gasped at the rending sound filling the air before the shirt fell away to leave me exposed to him once more. His nostrils flared as he drank in the sight of me with the enthusiasm of a man in the desert consuming water. The warm July air brushed over my skin as he slid his hands over my stomach before cupping one of my breasts.
“Mine,” he growled.
My heart leapt at the word and my body arched into his touch. I could feel the barely leashed ardor thrumming through him; feel the razor line he walked as he fought to keep himself restrained from taking me now. His rapidly fading control was only making me want him evenmore.
He lowered his head and took my nipple into his mouth. My fingers entwined in his hair, holding him closer against me as his hot tongue ran leisurely over my sensitive flesh. I relished watching his dark head bent to my chest and his mouth latched onto my breast as he tasted me in greedy pulls. His calloused palm slid over my stomach before dipping between my thighs. I cried out and my hips bucked against him as he rubbed his palm over me before slipping a finger deep inside.
It all felt too good, too overwhelming, toomuch. His finger moved within me as his teeth nipped at my breast. The scrape of his fangs against my flesh startled me. I’d yet to feel them in real life, and they were better than I’d ever dreamed. They didn’t dim my need; they escalated it. I had to know what they would feel like sinking into my flesh.
Stretching me further, he slid another finger into me as he turned his mouth to my other breast. “Please!” I panted when the tension within me built higher. I tried to pull back at the same time my body ground more demandingly against his greedy fingers and palm.
He moved his mouth away from my breasts, leveling himself over me. His solid, heavy body pushed me into the mattress. My hands gripped his biceps, clutching at him as his fingers continued their possession of my body.
Sparks shot from my fingertips; they licked over his skin, but I paid them no attention, and he didn’t seem to notice either as those beautiful amber eyes burned into mine. His eyes turned golden when he was in battle or enraged, and I now knew they also burned with amber when he was consumed by desire.
Lowering his head, his ragged breaths warmed my ear and neck when his lips rested against my ear. “Please what?” he demanded.
I didn’t know what; this was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. All I knew was one thing. “I need you.”
He sat back from me, allowing air to flow over my heated skin once more. I squirmed beneath him as he pulled the remains of my shirt from me before grabbing for the button on his pants. He grunted in frustration before rending the material open. I barely saw him yank the pants off before he was settling himself between my thighs again.
He’d worn no underwear, something I didn’t find at all surprising. What was surprising was the size of his shaft. I’d seen it in my dreams, but it was far larger in real life as it swelled further beneath my gaze. Fear caused my heart to lurch. He’d tear me in two. His fingers slid over my cheeks, brushing aside my hair. I tore my eyes away from his massive length resting against my thigh to focus on his eyes once more.
“I don’t think you’ll fit in me,” I croaked.
“It will hurt in the beginning,” he replied in a strained voice. “But I will make sure you are ready for me, and I will let you find your way. I’m meant to be inside ofyou.”
A thrill shot down my spine at his words. Reaching between us, his fingers stroked over my aching center again; his thumb slid over my clit. The thighs I’d clamped against his sides at the sight of his heavy erection, eased open to grant him better access.
He dipped two fingers into me again, his shoulders heaving with his ragged breaths. I lifted my hips to him as the heady anticipation of something more to come assailed me once more and his fingers stretched me further. A coiling tension built within me as he thrust and caressed, pushing me closer and closer to edge of release.
His fingers slid away from me once more, but I couldn’t be disappointed. Not when I knew I was about to find out what it was like to havehiminside of me. Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he directed it forward until it pushed against my entrance. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate the head he partially slipped within me.
“Raise your hips,” he grated through his teeth.
Lifting my hips, I gasped when the motion of him only partially within me sent a firestorm of delicious sensations through me. His hands bunched in the sheet, but he didn’t move, didn’t plunge into me as I experimentally rose and fell on the head of him once more.
More sparks erupted from my fingers and sizzled over his skin. His claws extended, digging into the bed as he tore the sheets from it and his head fell into my shoulder. The restraint he exhibited caused his muscles to quake beneath my touch. I longed to ease his strain, and instinctively I knew how to do it. Lifting my hips again, I pushed against him, taking him deeper within me. I nearly screamed in joy when he slipped in further, stretching and filling me in a way I’d never dreamed possible.
“Fuck,” he groaned against my ear, but he remained still, allowing me to take him into my body at my own pace. Allowing me to discover his body inch by deliciously slow inch.
I grabbed hold of his taut ass and lifted my hips to him, drawing him deeper into me. He continued to hold back, his body becoming sweat slicked as his muscles bulged.
“Kobal,” I breathed, needing more of him, but unable to take him any further. “I can’t… get enough.”
