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I giggled—it burst out of me despite my nerves and the other sensations that coursed through at his closeness.
Sahlyn’s lips curled against the shell of my ear, sending an unexplainable shiver coursing through me. My body involuntarily trembled against his. His arms tightened around me, and I pushed my ass against him again.
This time it might have been on purpose.
Sahlyn groaned in my ear. “Autumn…”
His breath cascaded down my neck, causing a shudder. Cold didn’t touch me now; my body filled with so much heat I was afraid I’d catch fire that we’d both go up in flames.
His hand moved to my sternum and caressed there, then slid down my stomach to my hip. I arched my body into him, and he gripped my hip and pulled me even closer. I felt his desire for me blatant against the backside I had pushed against him. It had been many months since I’d been with a man, but even then, Gregoire had been comfortable and safe. Sahlyn was neither. Everything about this man was dangerous and daring. Everything I felt in this moment was beyond anything I ever had before.
I let my mind blank from everything but him caressing my body. His hands were gentle but firm. I had thought about him too often; I thought about him touching me, and now that it was happening, I wanted to relish it. It was all heat and thrill, just as I had thought it would be. I tried to turn toward him, but he stopped me.
“Just a minute,” he said with his teeth at my ear. I whimpered at the sensation. Then, slowly, painstakingly, his hands went from just under my breast, down my rib cage, to my hip, then gradually unlaced my pants.
My heart tripped in my chest, and heat coiled low. Was this seriously happeningright now?
He finished unlacing my pants and settled his fingers against the waistband, fanning along my pelvic bone. Need overwhelming my body—desperate want. Sahlyn’s fingers moved against my underwear. I sucked in an anticipatory breath. He hadn’t even kissed me, yet I overheated with desire and anticipated anything he had planned. His fingers stopped exploring the waistband of my pants as if awaiting a command to continue or stop. I arched my ass against him again, bringing my hand to knead his muscled forearm. Without further insisting, his fingers slipped inside the undergarments. He dragged his knuckle across the rising flesh of my pelvis, then up my stomach again. The next pass down, his fingers inched further down. Each time I arched my body against him with a moan. The teasing was blisteringly hot and turned my body to molten flame. Finally, he angled to slip a finger inside of me. I moaned, and his breath hitched at my wetness.
“Sahlyn…” His name was the only coherent thought that came to my mind as his fingers explored and teased. I wasn’t ready to demand what I wanted from him. Instead, I needed him to take the lead. Heat erupted through me as his fingers stroked and deliciously tormented—tension built of the most explicit and glorious magnitude. As he explored, my nails dug into his forearm, and his movements quickened. His breath turned ragged against my ear, and his body coiled hard against mine as if hearing and touching me pushed him close to climax.
I erupted against his fingers in a way I never had before. It had never built that harshly, that sweetly, that consumingly.
“Sahlyn…” I moaned his name again because I couldn’t think straight enough to do anything else.
His hand stilled, and a ragged breath stuttered against my neck. His hand stroked up my stomach, over my breasts to my throat. The pressure from his fingers wasn’t harsh, but it wasn’t gentle. Sahlyn’s firm muscles had restrained power, and I relished in it.
Gregoire had been a gentle lover, never pushing boundaries or changing things for excitement. The other man I had been with was a quick romp on a small cot in the barracks that I barely remembered. None of it was like this.
Sahlyn’s fingers put enough pressure on my neck and hip to cause a moan to slip from me at the ferocity. Sahlyn’s lips trailed over the side of my neck to beneath my ear as his fingers went from my neck to my collarbone. When his tongue edged my earlobe, I writhed shamelessly against him, feeling his desire against my backside. Unable to take any more, I twisted in his arms and pushed my lips against his. I had kissed him in the Whispering Wood to snap him out of his dark trance, but this was everything I’d ever wanted and more. His lips were sensually soft yet firm as mine glided over them, tasting, teasing. Finally, I titled my head; it was all the invitation he needed to take the lead and devour any inhibitions I may have had.
Our kisses were feverish and intoxicating. It was as if we wanted so much at once and didn’t know how to manage the intensity. It was thrilling. My hands curled around Sahlyn’s neck, pulling him closer. Then one hand drifted into the collar of his tunic to the slightly puckered scar from the wolf. My fingers slowly glided over the scars, one by one. Those scars added to his appeal and were not his only ones. The scar on his chin always captured my attention.
Our eyes met and held, clouded with a passion that had been building for too long. Sahlyn leaned in and kissed my brow in a sweet and careful gesture at conflict with his powerful presence. It stopped my heart and made me sigh.
Tears burned my throat, and I gave him a watery smile.
This man would be my undoing.
I couldn't handle the sweetness, or his gentleness, tonight. Tonight was for raw, unadulteratedneed.
I plunged my fingers into his hair and pulled his lips to mine. Our bodies twined and pushed against the strain of clothing. Our hearts sped against each other. Our kisses turned more passionate and animalistic with teeth and tongue, and I still wantedmore. I wanted everything.
I grabbed the hem of his tunic and cocked my head in meaning. He obliged by lifting just enough for me to yank the offending article of clothing off his skin. Of course, I had seen him without his shirt, but still, it made my heart flutter and skin flush.
He was a vision. His skin was a golden tan, no doubt from his southern heritage, and his body was a pattern of old and new scars, all of which added to the powerful dominance of his body. Just looking at the ridged abdominal muscles made my mouth dry, and other areas of me the opposite.
“Sahlyn… You are…” I couldn’t say beautiful as it was too tame a word for what he was. “Magnificent.”
He barked a deep laugh that sent desire shooting through me. If our thighs weren't entangled, I would have pushed my thighs together against the burst of hunger pulsing through me. Instead, I arched my center against him, and he sucked in a ragged breath.
I explored his chest, shoulders, arms, and ridged abdomen. It was skin over hard muscle, the feeling incredibly sexy. I kissed him thoroughly before running my lips along the stubble of his strong jawline and down to the scars on his neck. I licked each one from beginning to end. The possibility that Sahlyn could have died from those wounds was a harsh reminder of what the queen had sent him to do to me and what I had involuntarily thrust my life into by saving him. Those scars would always be a cruel token for us, but it did not take away his sheer male magnificence.
I trailed a finger along the tattoo on his arm that flowed to his back. I observed the tentacles, anchors, and waves tangled together in a graceful and masculine design. I planned to ask him about it when my mind wasn’t so enthralled with learning all the grooves and planes of his body.
Slowly, my eyes holding his, I slid a palm down the center of his chest, across his stomach, to the fine trail of hair below his belly button. I slid a finger down that trail, and Sahlyn trembled, and his muscles contracted from my touch. He closed his eyes as I slid my hands to the waist of his pants. He sucked in a breath on the cusp of saying something as I unbuttoned them slowly. I felt the head of his cock against my fingers and sucked in a loud breath at the length of him. Then, deliberately, I ran my nail over the tip, feeling the moisture that beaded there, and his breath turned rough.
“Autumn…”
