fanning over his. His body was so strung he felt like he was going to snap at any second, and it was hard not to take her right then, to be as gentle as he knew he should be with her.
She wasn’t ready for him, not yet...
“Talon,” she whispered in his ear, his name coming from her lips making his cock jerk in reaction. He held her hair firmly, turning his head and staring into her eyes.
“You aren’t ready yet...”
“I am, I swear I am... Please, I need you,” she begged, wrapping her arms around his neck and trying to guide his lips to hers.
His head shook, but he gave in to kissing her before using one hand and sliding it down her body. It cupped every curve, caressed every dip and peak. By the time his hand finally made it to her waist, she was writhing under him and her head was twisting -- well, as much as it could. He hadn’t let go of his hold on her.
The thick strands were silky between his fingers, and his hands spanned the back of her head, massaging with gentle motions as his other hand got dangerously close to her inner thigh, and closer yet to the very center of her...
Jamie cried out at the first touch of his finger. Male pleasure coursed through him as it echoed through his ear, and he slowly slid the digit inside of her. He smirked against her neck as she let out a keening cry before it was replaced with a grimace of pleasure/pain and a fierce ache settled in his gut.
He had to be inside of her. She was so tight, so hot and welcoming, it was killing him. When was the last time they had been close like this? It seemed like forever -- which was way too long for him. He added another finger and watched the change come over her face. Pure, blissful pleasure was covering her face, the epitome of beauty and everything he could ever ask for in a woman.
Aching, needing, close to exploding, Talon pulled his fingers out of her, despite her desperate whimpers. He used his hands to spread her legs and settled between them, staring at the most beautiful part of her -- her glistening sex. Talon groaned and surged forward, pushing the head of himself inside of her and shuddering. Her body was so pliant, so ready for him...
Jamie grabbed onto his shoulders, once again, and yanked him down to her as if she would die without him pressing against him. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and nothing could have stopped him from making love to her right then. Not Lucian, not Vladimir, not Devlin... not anyone.
Her body gripped him tightly, and for a second, he just stayed as still as he could be. It was so hard, but he managed to hold himself back while Jamie convulsed and writhed under him. Her legs wrapped around his waist tighter, her heels digging into his ass to get him to move.
“God... Jamie one second --” His ragged plead was cut off when she clenched impossibly tight around him and her smokin eyes gazed into his. His hips jerked, causing him to go even deeper inside of her. Jamie arched her back, breasts tight with nipples as pink as berries.
His eyes zeroed in on them as his hips found a slow rhythm, and Jamie didn’t argue when his lips found one of the tight buds. Nah, instead she grabbed his head and pushed his mouth harder against her even while she tried to urge him to go faster. Talon growled and shook his head against her, thrusting his hips against her, as deep as he could go.
“Talon,” she moaned softly, her body gyrating against his. Her voice with nothing but air, yet filled with passion and desire, and so arousingly deep it was like heaven to him. He grabbed her hips and moved her faster, letting his instincts take over. His jaw felt heavy, and he swore his incisors lengthened within his mouth.
Mind, body, and soul were consumed by the fiery woman that was under him, holding him, accepting him into her body.
Talon didn’t think about what he did next. There wasn’t time. One second, he was thrusting into her warm body, and the next he was biting her neck and striking her with long-ass teeth.
And then she was screaming.
Fire shot to his brain, and that was the end of it. His hips slammed against