His jaw steely, he opened his eyes and singed her with a hot stare. She knew playtime was over.
Like an unleashed predator, he rolled her onto her back and separated her thighs with his knees. He lowered his long, lean body over hers and, like he had promised, devoured her.
Cassandra gasped as his hands and lips sought out every inch of her body with a furious intensity. And when he buried his hand between her legs, she shook all over. His long fingers stroked and delved deep inside her, teasing her until she was weak from it.
"You're so wet," he growled in her ear as he pulled back from her.
Cassandra trembled as he spread her legs wider.
"Look at me," he commanded. "I want to see your pleasure when I take you."
She looked up at him.
The moment their gazes locked, he buried himself deep inside her.
She moaned in pleasure. He was so hard and thick, and he felt wonderful as he thrust against her hips.
Wulf pulled back so that he could watch her face while he took his time making love to her and savoring the feel of her warm, wet body beneath his. He bit his lip as she ran her hand down his spine, then scored his back with her nails.
He growled in response, wanting her wildness.
Her passion.
She placed her hands against his lower back, urging him faster. He obliged her more than willingly. She lifted her hips to him and he laughed.
If she wanted to be in control, he was certainly in the mood to let her. Rolling over, he pulled her on top of him without leaving her body.
She gasped as she looked down at him.
"Ride me, elskling," he breathed.
Her eyes dark and untamed, she leaned forward, spilling her hair across his chest as she slid herself down the length of him until he was barely still sheathed by her body, then fell back, pulling him into her all the way to his hilt.
He shook from the force of it.
He cupped her breasts and squeezed gently as she took control of their pleasure.
Cassandra couldn't believe the way he felt underneath her. It had been a long time since she'd made love to a man and she had never had one like this.
One who was so innately masculine. So virile and wild.
One she knew nothing about except that he made her mother's people tremble in terror.
And he had saved her life.
It must be her repressed sexuality that had summoned him into her dreams. Her need to make contact with someone before she died.
That was her biggest regret. Due to the curse of her mother's family, she had been fearful of approaching other Apollites. Like her mother before her, she had been forced to live in the human world as one of them.
But she had never been one of them. Not really.
All she had ever wanted was to be accepted. To find someone who could understand her past and not think her mental when she told tales of a cursed lineage.
And monsters who stalked the night.
Now she had a Dark-Hunter for her own.
At least for tonight.