His hands skimmed over her body, his mouth planting restless kisses between her br**sts and down the quivering plane of her stomach.
“I’m not thinking, cara,” he rasped. “And that is supposed to be the point. Let yourself go.”
Harley nearly came off the bed when his tongue dipped into her belly button, a shocking bolt of pleasure aiming straight between her legs.
Lord. Salvatore’s lovemaking was as intense and ruthless as his personality.
She felt like she was being battered with sensations. The relentless exploration of his hands, the thrilling expertise of his lips, the hard thrust of his erection.
It was like being tossed into the middle of a maelstrom with no idea of how she got there.
“You mean you want me to give myself to you?” she managed to demand.
He lifted his head to regard her with open amusement. “How delightfully Victorian. If you prefer, I can give myself to you.”
“Good.” Way past the point of no return, Harley decided the only thing left was to take charge of the situation. Running her hands up the curve of his back, she plunged her fingers into his hair, and with one smooth motion she was flipping Salvatore onto his back and straddling his waist. She smiled smugly as she gazed down at his startled expression. “Then you won’t mind if I’m on top.”
Hell, no, Salvatore didn’t mind.
What werewolf didn’t like a woman who knew what she wanted—and was daring enough to take it?
Especially if that taking included his body, which was primed and ready to please this female.
Of course, he would prefer if she wasn’t glaring down at him as if she was debating between kissing him senseless or breaking his jaw.
Spread across the lumpy mattress, Salvatore allowed his hands to skim up her bare thighs, his gaze drinking in the sight of her delicate face framed by the fall of golden hair, the shimmering hazel eyes. His heart thundered in his chest as his gaze lowered to linger on the perfect br**sts tipped with rosy ni**les before lowering to the slender curve of her waist.
The male in him reacted with predictable desire to her naked beauty, but the stirring of his wolf was unexpected. He’d never experienced having his animal so close to the surface during sex, and he was caught off guard by the violent excitement that pulsed through his blood.
She sucked in a sharp breath as his eyes glowed with the inner fire of his beast, filling the room with a golden light. But it wasn’t fear that rippled over her features. It was the same raw need that clawed at him.
“You wanted to be on top, cara,” he said thickly, his hands lifting to cup her br**sts, his thumbs strumming her hardened ni**les. “Shouldn’t you be taking advantage of me?”
Her eyes narrowed at his blatant challenge, her hands tightening in his hair as she leaned down to kiss him with a rough passion that made his wolf growl in pleasure. She tasted of vanilla and woman, magic and power all wrapped in sweet temptation.
Salvatore’s hips lifted off the bed, rubbing his aching c**k against her. Even through the satin he felt scalded by her heat.
Dio. He needed to be in her.
He needed to mark her with his passion, with his scent, with his very essence.
As if sensing his possessive animal instinct, Harley sharply nipped his bottom lip.
“This means nothing, Giuliani,” she muttered.
His hands followed the curve of her waist, ripping off her satin panties.
“Whatever lets you sleep at night, cara.”
“Arrogant bastard.”
Salvatore sucked in a sharp breath as Harley planted a path of wet, demanding kisses over his chest, her hips rocking against his erection. Arrogant? In this moment he would have happily gone down on his knees to beg Harley to put him out of his misery.
“Harley.”
His plea was cut short as she wiggled down his body, the tormenting kisses heading ever lower.
Gritting his teeth, Salvatore shifted his hands to clutch the blanket beneath him. It was that, or toss her back onto the mattress and take her with a furious hunger.
Unaware of how close he was to the edge, or perhaps simply enjoying her power over him, Harley continued to drive him mad, her lips sending tiny shock waves through his body. Then without warning, her seeking mouth closed over the tip of his cock, the moist heat branding him through the satin of his boxers.
“Cristo.” He reached to grasp her arms, hauling her up his body to claim her lips with a force just short of pain. “I throw in the towel, cara,” he growled, his accent thick. “I can bear no more.”
She deliberately rolled her hips, her smile smug. “Shouldn’t a king be able…” Her eyes widened with shock as Salvatore reached to jerk down his boxers, and with one smooth motion was lifting his hips to pierce her damp heat. “Oh, God.”
Smoothing his hands up her back, Salvatore sucked the tip of her breast between his lips, relishing her low moan of pleasure. She fit as tight as a glove around him, making him tremble with the effort to wait until she was accustomed to his penetration.
“So good,” he rasped. “Ride me, Harley.”
Planting her hands on his chest, she lifted her hips, drawing him out to the very tip before slowly sinking back down, burying him deep inside her. Salvatore muttered a curse, his hands gripping her hips as he waged war against his looming orgasm.
Dammit. He was famed for his stamina. He could satisfy a woman for hours before claiming his own release. But never before had sex called to both the man and beast inside him.
Sweat gathered on his brow as he concentrated on the mesmerizing beauty of her face. For once her features were unguarded, flushed with passion, and her eyes dilated as she quickened her pace.
His hips lifted to meet her downward strokes, his growl of satisfaction filling the air as her fingernails bit into his chest, drawing blood.
The air was scented with her arousal, her slender body bowing above him as she tipped back her head and lost herself in the pleasure.
“Salvatore,” she cried softly, a frantic edge in her voice as her climax neared.
“Cara,” he whispered. “Let go.”
“I…” She moaned in relief as Salvatore tightened his grip on her hips, pumping deep into her with a relentless tempo. “More.”
“As much as you desire, Harley,” he swore, his hand cupping the back of her head and tugging her down so he could kiss her with savage pleasure.
Their tongues tangled, their bodies moving together with a growing desperation. Then, just when Salvatore feared he was going to explode, he felt Harley stiffen, her cry of completion muffled against his lips.