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“Yes,” he said simply. “Unless they were terrified. I’m not sure which was worse.” His eyes found her through the steam. “I came home and started to wait foryou.”
Okay, the reminder that Rixen believed her to be a gift should have shaken Morgan from her stupor. It didn’t, though. She couldn’t believe how badly she suddenly wanted to touch Rixen. Her fingers ached to run over the ridges of his chest, the planes of his face. How on earth had she gotten lost in the Everglades and found someone who echoed the same insecurities she’d lived with for so long? Their reasons were different, sure, but the root was there. Buried deep. “I, um.” She took the soap from his hands, lathering it in her palms. “My parents divorced when I was young and I could tell neither of them wanted me anymore. Not for the right reasons. I was a symbol of their failed marriage, you know?” She swallowed her nerves and ran soapy hands up Rixen’s dirt-caked neck, smiling a little as his mouth fell open on a groan. “They made me choose who I wanted to live with permanently. It was the ultimate game for them. And it wasn’t about me—or wanting me. It was just about winning. Owning. When I picked my mother, my dad couldn’t get away fast enough.” She brushed back his wet hair to find him watching her intently. “I know what it’s like not to be wanted. But it’s usually never aboutyou.”
“You will never feel unwanted again, Morgan,” he said unsteadily, leaning down to bring their mouths close. “I’ve been so lonely foryou.”
“I’ve been lonely, too,” shewhispered.
Their lips brushed together and she felt Rixen’s erection jerk, the heavy weight of it smacking off her belly. “Will you touch memore?”
As Morgan picked up the soap again and rubbed it between her hands, sensations became impossible to ignore. The cling of her bikini material between her legs, the wetness of her triangle top tugging her nipples down via gravity. Rixen’s size. His heat. The way he looked at her. She felt…cherished. Needed. “Close your eyes,” she murmured, lifting her hands to scrub at the filth on his forehead, cheeks and chin. He couldn’t stop turning his face into her touch and a dangerous squeezing began in her chest. “Rinse.”
He put his face under the spray…and came awayclean.
Oh Christ. Rixen wasn’t unappealing atall.
No, without the hair in his face and dirt makeup, he was fucking gorgeous. Maybe it was his vulnerabilities that softened the harshness of his features. Or the way he looked at Morgan like she was his entire world. Whatever the reason, the fearsome man she’d encountered in the swamp now appeared different to her. Worthy oftouch.
Her touch. And crazy enough, Morgan needed Rixen’s touch aswell.
She tugged his wet head down, letting their mouths hover a breath apart. Sexual intuition guiding her way, Morgan looked up at the giant through her lashes. Innocently. Questioningly. “Will you lick me now,Rixen?”
A roar of victory and starvation filled the shower. Her feet left the ground as Rixen tossed her over his shoulder, stomping out of the bathroom and ripping off her bikini bottoms in a mighty fist as he entered the bedroom. Naked from the waist down, she was dropped onto her back in the center of an enormous four-poster bed, a lustful giant wrenching her kneesopen.
Chapter Four
Rixen
My gift askedto be licked. By mytongue.
Did that mean he’d passed the test ofstrength?
He’d doubted his ability to do so in the bathroom. When he’d removed her shirt to find two luscious little tits overflowing the red material of her bikini, he’d come close to snapping. To taking her against her will on the bathroom floor. Surely no man could withstand that kind of all-encompassing lust. He’d looked upon his female’s naked stomach and seen his come striped across it. His hand supporting it while he fucked her brutally from behind. He’d seen every filthy dirty fantasy he’d ever imagined, but now they had aface.
Herface.
The most beautiful one in theworld.
It was awash in shy pleasure now as Rixen parted her thighs with more force than intended. No help for it. His mouth salivated at the opportunity to tongue his mate to an orgasm. “Morgan.Morgan. Fuck,” he groaned at the sight of her pussy. It was wet and compact, waiting to be parted by his fingers. Waiting to introduce him to the sensitive pink treasure inside. The coloring of her virgin cunt reminded him of succulent summer fruit, awaiting a man’s teeth to tear it apart. No.No, you’re to be gentle. Gentle with yourgift.
And what a gift he’d been given. Not only was his Morgan gorgeous with her big turquoise eyes, strawberry locks and tempting body. But she was compassionate and loving, as evidenced in the shower. Until she’d touched him and told him her secrets, relating them to the shame he’d been carrying around, Rixen hadn’t realized how vastly he’d underestimated the angel God would send him. He’d assumed the angel would tolerate him, which was more than he’d ever thought to hope for. Morgan did more than that, though. She…understoodhim.
Morgan’s back arched on the bed and the flesh of her pussy separated just a touch, causing lust to drive like a stake into his abdomen.My treasure waits for me.Rixen’s instinct was to dive straight for the female flesh calling to him, but he remembered the books he’d read on pleasure and forced himself to wait. Not that dragging the tip of his tongue up the inside of Morgan’s right thigh was a hardship. God no, it was the greatest moment of his life, coming right behind her washing his face in the shower. He massaged her opposite leg gently, his thumb moving closer and closer to the sweet juncture he craved. And when Morgan sucked in a breath, her ass writhing on the bed, Rixen thought the books had been right. Anticipation made a woman wet. Patience.Foreplay.
He transferred his tongue to the other thigh, taking small bites of her quivering flesh, doing his best to ignore his neglected cock. He humped it against the bed futilely, but the repeated friction only made his predicament worse. Nothing would suffice but Morgan’s tight little cunt. Nothing wouldeversuffice again. A shot of aggression hit him hard and there went the red bikini top, ripped and ruined in his fist. Cast to thefloor.
Watching her pretty tits jiggle from his vantage point below, Rixen lost himself in the licking of Morgan’s thighs. The bites. The kisses. Only when she gave a frustrated whimper and lifted her hips did Rixen deem her ready for more. Licking his lips in anticipation, he placed the flat of his index finger over her slit and rubbed up and down, carefully parting her flesh. Not too hard. But enough pressure to make her legs dance. “Where is the hair that is supposed to be here?” His voice emerged like a growl, so he attempted to soften it. And failed. How could he be anything but a beast when her wet, pink pussy opened for him like a flower after the rain? “It is beautiful beyond words, but I was led to believe…” He swallowed hard. “How young are you,Morgan?”
“I’m eighteen,” she breathed. “It’s all good. I just got waxed because I was going to be wearing a bathing suit for aweek.”
Rixen grunted, her delicious aroma making his hips twice as restless.The aroma of his mate. “I suppose I will learn to live with the knowledge that men saw you in this red bikini.” He pressed his nose into her folds and inhaled deeply, lust expanding in his belly. “I will only rest knowing it’s in tatters on my floor as I fuck your virginity onto mybedspread.”
“Who taught you how to talk likethat?”
“Like that?” He held her flesh open and prepared for his first lick. “I speak only thetruth.”
“Yeah, but—” She broke off into a gasp as his tongue glided the length of her slit, before settling over her clit for a slow, circling massage.Jesus Christ, he couldn’t have imagined the sweetness. It coated his tongue like sugar, woke his mind in areas that had been desolate lands until now. This pussy. His. Pleasing it would be his life’s mission. “R-R-Rixen.Ohhh.”
Was that wonder in her tone? Yes. His studying had paid off. Dragging the pad of his thumb side to side over her clit, he lifted his head to meet Morgan’s eyes. “Yes, mygift.”
