shivered as she drank the change from him, tension left her limbs and she began to whimper.
He sighed with pleasure into her mouth. He shouldn’t have tried to punis h her rash words with a kiss.
But he had to admit it was one of the most pleasurable ave nues for stopping her from raging.
He nipped deeply into the soft feast of her juicy bottom lip, her whimpers became louder, a little more broken. Desperate.
He growled, closed down that part of hi s brain that demanded more.
He knew everything there was to know about Mina. Even the first boy she’d kissed.
He laced his hands around her tiny waist.
Mina scrapped to the bottom of his core and consistently brought out the dominant, primeval male in him.
He wanted to claim her, punish her or make love to her until she was too weak to stand or fight back. Only work had ever come close to the high he got from tangling horns with her.
He was scared to death that he couldn’t be sure what kind of emotions she’d pull from him in any given situation.
Like now.
Desiree had been nothing but an innocent diversion. Mina finding them was unfortunate. But he had not stopped her from leaving as a prelude to seduction.
The mandate was to be patient, bide his time, until she got used to him.
He groaned as he felt the small tip of her tongue reach out and snatched a taste of his own. He opened and sent a bolder thrust hard against her teeth. She retreated, skittish as ever.
He drew a hairsbreadth away, his breath rattling in his throat, “Must I beg you for one real kiss?” he grated out.
She made a frustrated, gurgling sound.
He opened his eyes and found that hers were closed so tightly her thick, long lashes stood up like spikes from her lids. He bent and brushed a feather-light kiss across them.
She gasped, her lips parted and he waited.
Waited to make sure that this wasn’t another thoughtless action. That she really wanted him inside her.
Her lips stayed tantalizingly parted, then her lids fluttered apart.
A pool of desire opened for him in the tawny depths of her hazel eyes. A harsh groan ripped from his throat. He snapped forward and captured her lips, then plunged immediately downward and caught her tongue.
He shuddered an d staggered back, thankful the thick trunk was there to catch him.
He feasted on her like a man long deprived of sustenance.
And he was . There had been nobody since he’d decided he wanted Mina to be his wife. He was blown away by the reward she offered.
Her taste was incredible, wine, warmth and a softness that made him want to tear off her clothes and take her without any morally restraining standards.
She was mo aning, whimpering and her fingers were digging like talons into his shoulders.
Sh e shifted, his breath caught in his throat as his body went rigid from the careless brush of her legs against his swollen shaft. He tried to absorb it but couldn’t.
It happened without thought.
The sleeves of her dress gave way to his yank. A cream silk bra, which barely covered her dark cherry nipples, popped into view.
She squeaked, rustle d weakly against him. He ignored her, hauled both bra and dress down to her hips.
She swayed from the force, started strikin g at his face, her blows were soft and frightened, but his gaze zeroed in on her body which was telling him a different story. The creamy skin around her beautifully full breasts, which would fill his palms leaving just enough over to drive him wild, pebbled as though hit by a sudden cold draft. Her nipples hardened into perky rosettes before his eyes, a potent and aromatic testament of her arousal which no blows could deny.
He grin ned, snatched a tight nipple into his mouth.
She sc reamed, and for a moment there was fear that they would be discovered but only for a moment. It was wiped away in the glide of his tongue over her nipple, he sucked it deeper into the roof his mouth, and she collapsed against him, hands latched around his head pinning his mouth to her.
Not that