He stared at her, his eyes caressing every inch of her body. Heat burned inside her, arousing hungers she’d only dreamed of. How was it possible this human was able to arouse inside her what no shifter had awakened?
“Your tigress is beautiful Cassie. As beautiful as you are right now.”
He took her hand and tugged her toward him. She shouldn’t be doing this. Cassie stared at his fingers, how they wrapped around her wrist. They were warm, and powerful. Strength emanated from them, and she could feel them not just on her arm, but tightening around her heart. Almost as though he reached right inside her and tugged her heart along with her body.
She struggled with the warring thoughts inside her. This sudden, all encompassing heat fought with the knowledge that when her father got here, he would take over, and the chances were, Lance wouldn’t live to see the sunrise.
Her heart rebelled, cursing her for believing in the impossible. He would live. He had to live. But it was hard to think with this strong, warm male was pulling her into his arms. They wrapped around her with practiced ease. Alarms went off in her head.
She pushed back. “You just want me because you think I’m a virgin.”
“Do I?” he murmured. His lips were almost on hers now. She could feel his breath, his scent wrapping around her, cocooning her in his masculinity.
“Do you what?”
He smiled. “Do I think you’re a virgin?”
“But…”
“Cassie, maybe I just want you because you’re you.” His words whispered against her lips. So hot and inviting.
“I don’t think—“
“Perfect,” he said. “Don’t.”
He closed the last excruciating inch to her lips. He was slow at first. His mouth was hot, burning her lips with his touch. Instincts in her body reared to the surface, and she moaned, arching into him, molding her body to his. She needed to stop this, but she couldn’t.
He tasted like pure male, wild and hungry. His mouth crushed hers, feeding from her, like a beast in the jungle. His arms tightened around her, dragging her hard against his body.
Sensations whirled through Cassie’s mind and heart. Her head swam and darkness threatened the edges of her consciousness. She’d never been kissed like this. Not with such overwhelming passion. And never had her body exploded with such liquid heat.
The tigress shifted inside her, moaning along with Cassie with hunger. Heat burned lower, deeper inside her body. A dull, empty ache throbbed inside. Her skin tightened and she moved against him.
The hard ridge of his desire rubbed against her soft belly, heightening her need. She wanted. For the first time in her life, she hungered for a man. This man. This human.
The scent of their mingled desire wrapped around them like unseen ties, binding them together. He groaned, hungrily into her mouth. This was no weak human who held her. His arms were strong and powerful, and he devoured her with masterful strokes of his tongue, taking all of her, feeding her in return.
Her hands slid to his shoulders, and into his hair. He had such gorgeous, thick blond hair. Her fingers trailed through it, relishing the soft locks. So like a shifter’s hair, silky and smooth. A finger teased her breast, and her body trembled. With each masterful touch of his hand, each sweep of his tongue she tumbled faster and faster into the abyss of desire.
Lance couldn’t believe he could hold such a beautiful creature in his arms. She was so delicate in her human form. So feminine and soft. Her body was so hot and sweet, melting against his every curve, her breasts pressed hard against his chest. Hunger exploded within him. He groaned and thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth. She tasted so perfect, like cinnamon with just a hint of sweet. The sharp taste of her essence drove him mad, pushing him to the limits of his control. The exotic scent of her teased his senses, and his body ached with the need of her.
A door slammed, but Lance barely noticed it. Cassie nipped Lance’s lip and he groaned, his body shaking in response. She smiled against his mouth. By God, she felt right. Tasted right.
“What the hell is going on here?”
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