for you," she whispered.
He smiled and tipped up her face. "This is for me." His hand slipped down her open robe to find her sex. He slipped his finger inside of her. "You are so hot and wet for me, Solange. So ready. For me."
She shuddered, gasping at the shocking heat racing through her body.
"This is definitely for my pleasure," he whispered. "All for me. I want to touch you, Solange. And I need to know you welcome my touch anytime." He pushed two fingers into her and made a sound of appreciation deep in his throat.
She felt that sound resonate through her entire body. Everything in her settled. She would do anything for his pleasure. If it was important to him that she was aroused, she would take pride in being ready for him.
"I love how you feel," he whispered, his eyes darkening more. "Soft like silk." He brought his fingers to his mouth. "But even more, I love the way you taste."
Her heart lurched. She got lost in his eyes, in the dark, heated depths, just melted until the violent world around her fell away and she thought of nothing but him. A tremor ran through her body as Dominic sucked at his fingers, his eyes dark and hot. A small whimper escaped as a bolt of lust shook her entire body.
He smiled, male satisfaction very evident. "Come with me, Solange. You need to eat."
Eat? Had he actually said eat? Her body was hot and needy and he wanted her to eat? She licked her lips and took his outstretched hand. He led her to the candlelit table and held out the high-backed chair for her. This small cavern was their world, and he liked elegance and finery. The dishes on the table were beautiful, as was the silverware. Everything Dominic did had an elegant touch to it. He was Old World and courtly and made her feel special beyond anything she could ever have fantasized. Solange pushed down the uncomfortable feeling of not belonging. She did belong--here, with Dominic.
She put the woven napkin in her lap, her fingers sliding over the soft material. Beneath the table she twisted her fingers together in an agony of need. He had given her all of this. A home. A man who treated her as an equal. A man who listened to her and addressed her fears with respect and love. She had never imagined a relationship could be so good, and it made her sad for the loss of her people. All the women who had been brutally used and thrown aside because Brodrick refused to acknowledge they were good for anything but breeding.
Dominic was the opposite of everything she despised in a male. He fed her meat, one small bite at a time, meat, which he found repulsive and yet knew the cat in her needed. She could see the effort he had taken to study what foods would best suit her body, and the balance was all there. Dominic cared for her health and comfort. He cared for her peace of mind.
Solange bit down hard on her lip, tears glittering in her eyes. She blinked them away, hoping he hadn't seen, but Dominic saw everything when it came to her, every small detail.
"What is it?" He took her chin in his hand and tipped her face up to his. "Tell me."
He could have easily looked into her mind, but she loved that he didn't. That he waited. It allowed her to gather the courage needed when she was too shy or embarrassed. Eventually, she knew, she would get over that and realize fully that everything she felt and said was important to him.
"You move me." She couldn't find better words. "The way you love me, it--moves me." She struggled to get the words past the thick lump in her throat. She wasn't like him. She couldn't find easy compliments, but it didn't mean she didn't feel emotions every bit as deep and intense as his.
His smile made her tilting world come right again. Her heart fluttered and she found herself smiling back, breathing easier, as if her lungs followed the rhythm of his.
"I want to discuss the conversion with you, Solange. We need to look at it from every angle before we make a decision. We have no idea what it will do to your blood--or to you--and that worries me. Your jaguar is strong and there may be repercussions."
She continued eating, watching his face in the flickering