She shifted beneath him, one leg wrapping around his hips to allow him to settle more firmly against her feminine core. They groaned in unison.
“I feel intoxicated enough without the wine.”
“Tell me what you like, Cassie,” he rasped, teasing her nipple with the tip of his tongue. “Tell me what feels good.”
“That,” she moaned. “That feels so good.”
He captured the nipple between his teeth, biting it just hard enough to have her gasping in pleasure, her hips pressing up in a silent plea for release.
Oh yes. No matter how vivid his fantasies, nothing could compare to the sensation of her slender body spread beneath him, her hands cupping his ass as her soft pants filled the air.
Continuing to caress her br**sts, Caine allowed his fingers to trail downward, following the curve of her waist. He took time to appreciate the delicate flare of her hips before moving to the soft skin of her inner thigh.
He felt her tremble as he stroked tiny circles that brushed near her clit without touching her most sensitive flesh. Up and down he moved, smiling as she gave a choked curse.
“Caine, please.”
Her harsh plea sent a shudder of need through him. Giving her nipple a last lick, he surged up to bury his face in her neck.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he whispered, his body trembling as his canine fangs erupted from his gums at the scent of her arousal. “My hunger for you is too great. I’m not sure how gentle I can be.”
Without warning, she reached between them to press his hand to the wet slit between her legs. “Do I feel ready to you?”
Caine hissed, his finger sliding into her body as his thumb sought out the source of her pleasure. Slowly, he stroked his finger deeper and deeper, listening to her short gasps as she spiraled toward release.
“No more teasing,” she moaned in a strangled voice, her hands grasping his hips.
He quivered, his hunger so intense it filled the air with pulses of heat.
“Cassie,” he growled, his voice oddly strained.
“Now, Caine,” she commanded, her other leg shifting to wrap around his hips, blatantly demanding his penetration.
Pulling back far enough to meet her gaze, which glowed with the hunger of her wolf, Caine grabbed her fingers, wrapping them around his hard shaft to guide him to the entrance to her body.
His teeth clenched at the feel of her slender fingers circling his cock, his balls tightening as she gave him a slow, destructive stroke.
Christ. He was close.
Too close.
Gently tugging her hand away, he pushed his hips forward, breeching her with the head of his shaft. He paused one last time, giving her the opportunity to protest. Even if it killed him.
When she lifted her head to sink her teeth into his neck, Caine lost all ability to think.
With a choked howl, he grasped her hands and jerked them over her head, pressing them against the quilt as he slowly forged a path into her tight body, breaking through her virginity with barely a hesitation.
“Yes,” she breathed against his neck, her legs tightening around his waist. “Oh, God, Caine.”
His eyes squeezed shut as he struggled to rein his savage desire. He wasn’t going to pound his way to paradise. Not when slow and steady was so much sweeter.
With care he pulled back, bending his head to the side. “Your teeth, Cassie,” he managed to rasp. “I want to feel them on my neck.”
She didn’t hesitate as she sank her teeth back into the base of his throat, sending a jolt of pure adrenaline through his system.
“Cassie. Gods.”
He surged back into her slick heat, his harsh groans matching her soft sighs as he found a steady pace, his hips rolling upward with each thrust.
Her teeth clenched harder on his neck as she lifted to meet his quickening onslaught, her nails raking across his back.
He forgot to breathe, his heart thundering in his chest. Deep inside, his wolf howled in primitive satisfaction.
This was more than sex. More than a passing hookup with a female who stirred his lust.
This was soul-deep and forever.
The terrifying thought barely had time to form when he felt Cassie stiffen and then shiver beneath t²e force of her orgasm. The sensation of her convulsing around his erection toppling him over the edge.
With a shout of release, Caine gave one last thrust, his eyes squeezing shut as the profound bliss exploded through his body.
Cassie slowly drifted awake, heaving a sigh of contentment at the sensation of Caine’s warm arms wrapped around her and the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear.
Mmm. This was how every day should start. A warm bed, a delectable male wrapped around her, and not one demon lord, vampire-on-steroids, or crazed cur in sight.
Or at least she was assuming there were no lurking enemies. Just to make sure, she forced open her eyes to cast a quick glance around the room. Nope. She was all alone with her delicious, delectable, divine lover.
Yes, lover.
Finally.
A smug smile curved her lips as the memories from the previous night flooded through her. Once she’d managed to convince the stubborn Were that she wasn’t some fragile treasure he had to protect, even from herself, he’d taught her the true meaning of desire.
Several times.
Breathing in the rich scent of his musk, Cassie tilted back her head. She wasn’t surprised to find Caine studying her with a slumberous gaze. She’d already sensed he was awake. What surprised her was the excited flutter of her heart even after hours of decadent sex.
“Good morning,” he murmured, his attention shifting over her shoulder to glance at the clock on the dresser. “Or I suppose I should say good afternoon.”
She stretched, too lazy to turn her head. “What time is it?”
“Just past two.”
She’d been out nearly five hours? Amazing.
About to admit she never slept so well alone, Cassie belatedly noticed Caine’s recently shaved face and the scent of soap that clung to his bronzed skin. He’d recently showered?
The sudden knowledge made her eyes narrow in suspicion. “Did you sleep?”
“I rested.”
She sighed, her expression one of guilt. “You were keeping guard, weren’t you?”
He smiled, angling his head down to kiss the tip of her nose. “I was enjoying the view.”
“I wish . . .”
“Shh.” His lips drifted lower, teasing the edge of her mouth. “How are you feeling?”
Her guilt was forgotten beneath the warm tide of pleasure. “Deliciously sated.”
He pulled back, his expression almost . . . sheepish. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”