by the Desert Beast, with a picture of a shirtless, man with a long blond mane of silky hair and smooth pecs tearing the blouse off of some chick wearing a crown.
“Looking for tips?”
She rolls her eyes. “My aunt… it’s my aunts.”
“Just reading it for the articles, huh?”
She giggles and throws it aside as she walks towards me.
“Anything good in there?” I tease.
“I want the real thing,” she murmurs as she steps right into me. I growl and scoop her into my arms, and I crush my mouth to hers.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispers.
“I’ve missed you, too,” I groan.
“You’re out of that cage again!”
I frown. “Yeah.”
She sees the worry on my face, and her brow darkens. “Wait, what’s going on?”
“I’m not going back, Catalina.”
She bites her lip, her eyes searching mine. “You’re—you’re leaving, aren’t you?”
I nod.
“Oh.”
She starts to pull away, but I grip her tightly. I reach up with a hand and cup her chin, tilting her face up to mine.
“I’m leaving, angel,” I purr. “And you’re coming with me.”
Her smiles spread across her face before she quells it and looks away.
“I—I can’t just leave.”
“Yes, you can,” I growl. “Trust me, when you’ve been in a cage for two years, you get to realize that when it’s time, you really can just leave.”
She chews on her bottom lip, a spark kindling in her eyes as she looks up at me.
“Where would we go?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know. Catalina, I…” I frown. “I want you with me. I want my life with you. But the things you have here, the life you’ve known…”
“They’re just things,” she whispers, gripping my hands in hers.
“But they’re things I’m not sure I could ever give you,” I growl. “I can’t give you a palace in the desert.”
“It’s a fortress, and I don’t want it,” she mutters back.
“I can’t give you spending accounts and fancy clothes.”
“Then I’ll wear nothing,” she breathes.
I grin. “You might want to think about this.”
“I don’t have to,” she says without hesitation. And suddenly, she’s wrapping her arms around my neck, standing on her tiptoes, and pulling my lips down to hers. She kisses me hard, and I growl as I scoop her into me, feeling her soft, curvy, gorgeous body melt against me.
My pulse thunders, and my cock thickens.
I want her.
I’ve wanted her since the second I laid eyes on her, and she knows it.
“Here,” she breathes. “Tonight, now,” she says with a gasp.
“Catalina—”
“I want you, Hush,” she whispers. “James, I—please…”
She looks up into my eyes, all the fire and lust and power in the world roaring in those big blue eyes as they burn into mine.
“Take me.”
Fucking nothing could hold me back from her now.
We crash together in an explosion of passion, our lips crushing into each other’s as our hands rip at clothes. I growl into her mouth, pushing her back onto the bed as she moans in excitement. The flimsy t-shirt is yanked off and tossed aside, and I growl as I push her legs wide apart and settle between them.
Catalina whimpers as my huge hands skim up her smooth thighs, and when my fingers tease over her panties, she moans. I grunt at the little wet spot on her lacy pink panties, and as I stroke the edges of them just to the side of her mound, the spot grows.
I groan, leaning into her and slipping a finger beneath them. She gasps as my knuckle drags over her slippery-soft petal lips, and I slowly pull those panties to the side, letting me see her. Fuck, does she have a pretty pussy—a goddamned perfect, tight, pink little flower, ready for me to make mine.
To devour, to tease, to make come. To fuck.
I lean in, and when my tongue drags over her lips, Catalina cries out in pleasure. She throws an arm over her mouth, muffling her moans as I plunge my tongue deep into her. My mouth covers her entirely, my tongue dancing up her slit to swirl around her clit. My big hands push her legs wide apart and back, opening her up entirely for my hungry mouth as I devour her.
Her soft moans of pleasure tumble through my ears, her hands gripping my hair as I growl into her. I start to fuck her with my tongue, pushing in and out as my thumb rolls her clit. I tease down to her ass, half ripping her panties off as I yank them aside to run my tongue around her little rosebud. Catalina squeals in