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A tiger safely contained in an enclosure. She knew that he would never turn that focus, all that brilliant, amber glory, on to her. Knew that his fangs would be reserved for other quarry.
He had only ever protected her. But in doing that he’d concealed the most powerful parts of himself. Had hidden the true danger from her.
Except, now it was all focused on her. Deeply. Intensely.
Now, the tiger was looking at her as if she was going to be his next meal.
And here she was, lying down wantonly to be consumed.
He pushed the shorts he was wearing, discarding them quickly, and her mouth dried. She had never seen a naked, aroused man.
And the very first thing she wanted to say was that there was no way he would fit. On the heels of that came the hysterical urge to laugh. Because of course he thought she had given birth. In which case the size of a man’s penis would be the smallest of concerns to her.
Though, his penis could never be called a small concern.
Yet again, she had to fight back the hysterical urge to laugh. Because it was either that or cry.
Either that or give in to the fear that was gripping her chest. No, it wasn’t fear. Because she didn’t want to run away. It was something deeper than that. Something that scraped at a raw edge in her heart. That call to deep emotion inside her that she didn’t want to deal with or acknowledge.
That she wanted him to look at her and see beautiful.
That she wanted to be wrapped in his arms and held close, close to his body, and more than that to his heart.
That for her, this would never be a simple business deal, nor would it ever be a defense against the terrifying things out in the world. That for her, this was about feeling.
That for her, this would always be about her connection to him.
Because she couldn’t have chosen another man.
She wouldn’t have been able to imagine herself with another man.
She never would have been able to say the things she did to another man.
Just like she didn’t want to kiss another man on that dance floor in Rome.
Because it was Dante. It always had been. And it always would be.
And that made her want to hide.
First of all because she was sure that he would see that shining out from her eyes. But second of all because she was absolutely convinced that she was reaching the highest, most brilliant peak of her life at the age of twenty-one. That she would never be able to have more or better than this moment.
Because at the end of it they would have to contend with reality. With what remained.
And perhaps he would be able to tell she’d never done this before, and perhaps he wouldn’t. Maybe the farce would be over, and maybe it would not.
But whether or not she would be able to keep it up was another question entirely. Because once he had joined his body to hers...
Well. She would be new. She would be different. And she didn’t know what would be waiting on the other side.
He grabbed hold of the waistband of her swimsuit bottoms and dragged them down her legs, leaving her exposed to his hungry gaze.
Yet again, he moved his hands to a place she didn’t expect.
He pressed them against her hips, slid them upward, and then finally did he move his thumbs over her nipples. Back and forth. Stoking the heat in her body. Stoking desire in her soul.
He kissed her neck as he teased her there, kissed his way down her chest, pulling one beaded nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. And it was as if her universe now originated from there. As if she was nothing beyond that bright, white-hot point of sensation where his mouth met her body. He kissed her ribs, her belly button. Continued down her body until he grabbed hold of her thighs, wrapping his arms around her and tugging her down toward his mouth. And yet again he defied her expectations. He didn’t ease her in with the touch of his fingers. No. Instead, his first contact with her most intimate area was with his tongue, sliding across her slick folds. Then he took that sensitized bud between her legs and sucked it between his lips, teasing and tormenting her with the tip of his tongue. She gasped, her bottom bowing up off the bed, and he took advantage of that to move his hands around to cup her there.
And then he held her up in place as he continued to torment her. As he continued to lavish pleasure on her until she couldn’t breathe.
