The Vow (Black Arrowhead #1) - Dannika Dark Page 0,63

was a slow kiss, the kind you feel all the way down to your toes—the kind that left no uncertainty about where that moment was heading.

Lakota lifted the hem of my nightshirt and tossed the garment onto the floor. My nipples tightened beneath his gaze. No man had ever looked at me the way he did. It was more than just physical admiration; it was as if he could see into my soul. He admired my small breasts with reverence, though he refrained from touching them.

He brushed his knuckles against my stomach, teasing me until my eyes hooded and I arched my back. Lakota slowly dragged his hand between my breasts, his fingertips awakening every nerve in my body as they moved up to my jaw. He stared amorously into my eyes, never blinking. My wolf stirred, begging for more affection.

“What are you looking at?”

He leaned forward so his breath warmed my lips. “Your wolf. She’s watching me.”

A tingle turned into a power surge as I rocked my hips. Lakota brushed his thumb across my bottom lip, so I took it into my mouth and sucked. He reclined his head, his breath heavy and eyes closed. His restraint was palpable, and it felt as if I were mounted on a rodeo bull before the gate opened.

I took his hand and led it down to my breast. When I rocked my hips again, the urgency to mate with him tightened like a coil. Firelight held our bodies together, and shadows wrapped around us like a blanket, desire fueling the flames.

He kissed me hard and held me tighter. My fingers tangled in his hair, and I clawed at his back.

“Mine,” he whispered, his mouth moving to my ear.

Something shifted in that moment, something so deep within me that I almost felt myself split apart. Not desire, but love. It terrified me like the flames of a fire, yet I was drawn to it like a moth. I wanted to feel that warmth and never leave.

When I rose onto my knees, Lakota drew my nipple into his mouth and circled it with his tongue. Nothing was hurried or rough about his touch, but a moan was trapped deep in his throat. He savored me, tasted me, and admired me with every touch. I rested my hands on his broad shoulders while he took control, his mouth greedily latching onto my other breast, his hands splayed across my back. Lakota made me feel beautiful without saying a word.

“Are you sure you’re new at this?” I asked on a breath.

His eyes met mine. I’d never really looked at them up close. A thin circle of ebony rimmed both irises, and the blue glittered like pale gemstones with numerous facets. “On my word, Melody Cole. You’re the only one.”

Only one. Those two words lingered in my head for longer than they should have.

Lakota turned us around and lay down on his back, me on top. It was then that I realized he was constantly shifting so that I had the dominant position. Maybe he wanted me to take charge, but I had a feeling he was still afraid of his assertiveness when it came to women. Lakota was truly the most handsome man I’d ever known, and I suddenly realized the honor he was giving me. He could have given himself to anyone. Someone more beautiful, more experienced, a stranger, even one of his old girlfriends back in Austin who might have been holding out for him. I stroked his jaw, knowing he’d made the choice because he trusted me.

When Lakota reached down to unbutton his pants, I stopped him and got off the bed. I stood before him, taking measured care to remove his pants and treat him like a prince.

A blush reddened his cheeks, and he averted his eyes. That was the only moment I’d seen a flicker of uncertainty. No woman had ever seen his body. Not like this. Hoping to erase any doubts he might have, I placed a kiss by his navel. My right hand explored the fine hairs on his legs, tracing up to the soft skin between his thighs before stroking his shaft.

He bucked beneath my touch, his body arching in a magnificent display. I kept touching him so he would get used to someone else’s hand on his body. I remembered my first time and how I was a trembling mess, so I wanted him to feel relaxed. His energy throbbed against me, the power of his wolf