"Mmm," he breathed, pulling away from her. "I think my kitten is hungry."
"Famished," she said, pulling him up her body so that she could feast on his skin the way he had feasted on hers.
She buried her lips against his neck and nibbled with every part of her that was desperately hungry for him. What was it about this man that drove her wild with desire? He was magnificent. Hot. Sexy. She'd never wanted anyone like this.
Wulf couldn't stand the way she grabbed at him. It made him insane for her. It heightened his need until he was practically dizzy.
Unable to tolerate any more, he rolled her onto her side and entered her.
Cassandra cried out at the unexpected pleasure that filled her. Lying completely on her side, she'd never had a man inside her in this position. Wulf was so deep that she swore she could feel him all the way to her womb.
She watched him in the mirrored wall as he thrust into her over and over, deeper and deeper, until she wanted to scream with pleasure.
The power and strength of him was unlike anything she'd ever known. Every forceful stroke made her weak, breathless.
She came again an instant before he did.
Wulf pulled back from her and lay down beside her.
His heart was pounding from the fury of their passion. But still he wasn't sated. Reaching for her, he pulled her across his chest so that he could feel her with every inch of his body.
"You are spectacular, villkat."
She nuzzled his chest with her face. "You're not too bad either, villwulf."
He laughed at her made-up endearment. He really liked this woman and her wit.
Cassandra lay in the peace of Wulf's arms. For the first time in her life, she felt completely safe. As if nothing or no one could touch her. She'd never felt this way. Not even as a child. She'd grown up always afraid whenever someone unknown had knocked on the door.
Every stranger was under suspicion. At night, it could easily be a Daimon or Apollite out to see her dead. During the day, it could be a Doulos after her.
But something told her that Wulf wouldn't let them threaten her at all.
"Cassandra?"
She frowned at the sound of a woman's voice intruding into her dream.
"Cassandra?"
Against her will, she was pulled out of her dream only to find herself asleep in her own bed.
The knocking continued.
"Cass? Are you all right?"
She recognized Michelle's voice. It was a struggle to awaken enough so that she could sit up in bed.
She was naked once more.
Frowning, Cassandra saw her clothes in a crumpled heap. What the hell was this? Had she been sleepwalking or something?
"I'm here, Chel," she said as she got up and pulled on her red bathrobe. She opened the door to find her friend and Kat on the other side.
"Are you okay?" Michelle asked.
Yawning, Cassandra rubbed her eyes. "I'm fine. Just taking a nap."
But she didn't really feel fine. She felt much more like some sort of narcoleptic.