She had remembered him.
The thought made his heart soar. He liked this dream, and if he could, he'd stay in it forever.
"Tell me your name, villkat."
"Cassandra."
He felt the word rumble under his lips as he kissed the column of her throat. She trembled in response to his tongue stroking her flesh.
And he loved it. Loved the sounds she made as she returned his caresses. She ran her hot, eager hands over his naked back and paused her right hand over the brand on his left shoulder.
"What is this?" she asked curiously.
He glanced down at the sign of a bow and arrow. "It's the mark of Artemis, the goddess of the hunt and of the moon."
"Do all Dark-Hunters have it?"
"Yes."
"How strange..."
Wulf couldn't stand the flannel barrier anymore. He wanted to see more of her.
Wulf lifted the hem of her gown. "This should be burned."
She frowned. "Why?"
"Because it keeps me from you."
With one tug, he pulled it over her head.
Her eyes widened for an instant, then turned dark with her own passion.
"Now, that's better," he whispered, feasting on the sight of her taut breasts, her narrow waist, and best of all, the strawberry-blond curls at the juncture of her thighs.
He skimmed his hand between her breasts, down over her stomach, and around her hip.
Cassandra reached out and ran her hand over the glorious skin of his chest, delighting in the rocky terrain of his muscles. He felt so wonderful. His body rippled with every move he made.
The deadly power of him was undeniable, and yet he was as gentle as a tamed lion in her bed. She couldn't believe the tenderness in his hot, masterful touch.
His dark, moody features stirred her deeply, and his eyes held such a vital intelligence as they took in the world around him.
She wanted to tame this wild beast.
To feed him from her hand.
With that thought, Cassandra reached down between their bodies and took his hard cock into her palm.
He growled low in his throat, then kissed her senseless.
Like some sleek, muscled predator, he moved over her mouth, burning her with his kisses.
"Yes," he gasped as she sheathed him with her hands. His breathing ragged, he stared at her with a hunger so raw that it made her shiver with anticipation.
"Touch me, Cassandra," he whispered, covering her hand with his.
She watched as he closed his eyes and showed her how to stroke him. Cassandra bit her lip at the feel of him between her hands. He was a large man. Large and thick and powerful.