Page 7 of Savage Hunter

He thinks I won’t answer.

I raise to the tips of my toes and between each word I place an ardent kiss over his hard pecs.

“Savor me with your mouth, love my body like only you can and then take me under the stars and moon with only the gods of old and new to witness what happens between us.”

I end my teasing trail of kisses with a flick of my tongue over the hard bead of one nipple and then the other.

“Someone has been reading their poetry again.”

When I raise my gaze I find his head thrown back and his face a mask of pleasure.

And then the calm breaks, and he lifts his head when I take my lips off his body.

And suddenly the playfulness fades from his expression and leaves behind a man cut from stone. The lustful smile from a second ago turns hungry and the glitter of desire in his eyes are both warnings I don’t care to notice. The cautioning husk of his growl releases the hunter in him and I turn into the innocent prey at his mercy so quickly my heart rate triples in a flat second.

He leans forward, his gaze narrowing in on me.

“Wolfe?” I ask cautiously, but my fingers clutch at his bulging biceps in fear this is all a dream. The urge to run threatens to take over because the force of his power wraps around me until I am unable to draw in a full breath. It feeds into the built in reflex to run from danger as fast as possible, and yet I don’t struggle against his tight hold.

From our knees up, there isn’t much of our bodies not touching. The hard length of his cock presses against my stomach and I do the unthinkable.

I reach between us and grip him through the material of his tuxedo pants. He holds me to him, locking in my focus on him. Only him.

His mouth comes over mine, devouring my lips as though he starves for the taste of me.

I let out a delicious sigh because…oh, God. He can kiss. Wolfe tastes of sin, forbidden lust and arrogance. He possesses everything he touches and right now that is me. I don’t know how it happened or why, but I have a hot, badass alpha male craving me and I’m not about to waste the moment.

I drive my hands into his hair and he reads that as a sign to take more of me. His tongue pushes deeper and the hands on my hips slide around to grip the globes of my ass.

He breaks the kiss and licks delicately over the plumpness of my bottom lip, nibbling at the full flesh before taking his lips down the side of my neck. He rotates between soft caresses of his lips and stinging bites like he’s sampling a taste of the forbidden before he devours me from head to toe.

Intermittent clouds shift, allowing shards of silver light through. It catches on the intensity of his eyes. Harsh lines cut between dark brows.

Broken, desperate cries fall from my lips. I’ve never begged for a single thing in my life but I’m about to get a crash course in how to plead for a man to take me. “Are you finally ready to deliver on your promise from last summer or have you already forgotten about it? Do you even remember last summer?” I ask in a whispered prayer. It’s not likely he forgot, but I’m a greedy woman who needs words to go along with the caresses.

A dark smile curls the edges of his lips when he pulls back and looks me in the eye.

“Do I remember what heaven tastes like? Do I remember the sound of God’s angel moaning and crying for one of his demons?”

My fingers grow tighter around his cock. If he didn’t have a belt on I would…

I grab the buckle, feed the end from the clasp and don’t stop until I feel the burning hot length of his throbbing shaft in my hand.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you’re greedy.”

Wolfe does nothing but look on as I take what I want. Gripping his thickness, I stroke the veined silky flesh from the base all the way up the long length. At the top, I stroke my thumb over the bulbous head and stroke my thumb over the drops of pre-cum waiting for me.

“Do you remember your promise, too?” My voice is faint, yet filled with hope.

He reaches behind me, and with a single flick sends my hair to tumble down my back and over my shoulders. He leans his tall, broad form in taking up the few inches between us. I breathe in, drawing the scent of his masculinity in.

His dark gaze meets my light blue one. He wraps a tight hold around my wrist and stops my motions. My heart hammers in my chest.

“I remember everything.”

Wolfe falls to his knees in front of me and slowly peels the side of my gown from my legs. “Every last detail.”

Shivers of excitement wrack through me and in that second the amount of heat pooling between my thighs wets my freshly waxed folds and my inner thighs.

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