Circus of Death - Candace Wondrak Page 0,31

just touched. I didn’t know if she could feel my heart beating inside or not; it didn’t matter. She was leaning closer to me, her lips parting slightly, her breath cool on my skin. She wore her usual clothes, I saw, and I grew antsy to tear them off her.

“I don’t think Nigel will like this,” Thana whispered a truth we both already knew, something we were both well aware of.

Did it matter? I was willing to risk it, to risk that man’s wrath, just to feel her skin on mine.

“Then let him be angry with us,” I said. “I don’t care. I can’t keep myself away from you forever.”

She listened to me, giving me a silent nod, her go-ahead to do this. To… to have her.

The animal inside of me practically tore out of his cage, my chest letting out a growling sound as I took her face in my hands, weaved my fingers through her messy brown hair and brought my lips to hers, kissing her so hard she could only take the affection at first. It wasn’t too long before she relaxed enough to reciprocate, and I pushed her back.

We fell onto the bed, her small frame under mine, completely at my mercy, at my tiger’s mercy… which was exactly where she always should be. Mine. I let out a grunt when I tore my mouth off hers, panting, my eyes glazed over as I stared down at her, a deep hunger settling in my bones.

I needed to have her. I needed her now.

I practically tore off my shirt, tossing it aside, taking a certain kind of satisfaction in the way her amber eyes ate my top half up, as if she’d never seen a man like me before. She might’ve had Nigel, but she hadn’t had me. I would be the wild animal she needed, the fire in her gut. I would be anything and everything she needed me to be.

Greedy hands of mine helped her out of her clothes, my pants coming off last. I was rock hard and ready to take her, and it took everything in me to not spread her legs like a buffet and dig in. Thana lay beneath me, utterly bare, her chest heaving with want, every part of her absolutely beautiful. She was beautiful, and I hated that she didn’t realize it.

That’s okay. I had eternity to show her the truth, to make her believe in herself the way I did.

I breathed her in, my nose near her neck, my hands cupping her tits and kneading them, pawing at them as if I couldn’t get enough. She smelled delicious, warm and woodsy, like home. She had the exact type of smell that made me think of home… maybe because she was home, because my tiger had decided she was everything it wanted in a mate.

Nipping at her tender throat, I bit her gently, causing her to moan directly in my ear, a sound I would never get enough of. Her legs shifted open beneath me, and I trailed my mouth down her body, leaving the warm crevice of her neck, my intent to make it to the other crevice on her body. I kissed a line down her stomach, feeling her body fluttering with breaths below me. Her skin felt cool, but I knew in a moment I was about to make her feel the fire inside.

We might be dead, but we could still feel the burn.

I lifted my face when I reached the space between her legs, drawing my hands up her inner thighs, feeling them tremble beneath my touch. I stared at her most intimate place, at her pink folds, at the clit that would become the center of my focus for a while. I was going to enjoy eating her now, and this time I didn’t mean literally.

My breath came out in a puff on her clit, and I waited not a moment longer to join my mouth with that tiny nub, that nub that surely ached for attention as badly as my cock did. My cock would see attention soon enough; right now, I wanted to hear her mewl for me, to feel her body writhing and arching, all because my mouth worked her just right.

If she smelled like home, Thana tasted even better, and the sounds she made while my mouth was attached to her clit could’ve made me spontaneously come, I swore. I sucked, I swirled my tongue around it, I assaulted that