Holy. Fuck.
Wide, round shoulders filled out an immaculate warrior’s uniform, its front adorned with what appeared to be intricately carved scales, his broad chest tapering down to narrow hips and powerful thighs, the muscles rippling under the fabric with each sturdy step that he took, screaming with aggression.
Hair the color of shimmering moonlight cascaded down his shoulders with a few tiny braids peeking through, a portion of it swept up, revealing his devastatingly beautiful face in all its glory. His features so utterly masculine and defined, as if made to tempt by the very devil himself. Eyes of the purest sky blue bore into her, holding Nyra captive as the warrior finally came to stand a mere foot away.
Her neck craned back, his height so painfully imposing that she had the feeling of appearing miniature in his towering presence.
Her curious gaze swept over his face, drinking in the sinful sight of the giant in front of her. Light stubble covered his sharp jaw while a straight nose connected to full lips, so plump and juicy that they looked like freshly picked cherries. Her mind swirled with deliciously filthythoughts, of what they would feel like under her tongue. Between her teeth, as she sucked them into her mouth while his massive hands roamed over her body, greedily exploring every one of her curves.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous. Too gorgeous.
Unaware, she squeezed her legs, desperate to ease the pressure that was rapidly building up at the apex of her thighs.
His hand lifted, tucking a loose strand of silky hair behind her ear. She barely registered the movement as Nyra continued to stare at this stunning male specimen, absorbing his features like a parched flower would absorb water in the blazing desert Sun, her heart pounding like a hundred drums against her rib cage.
“We meet at last.”
Her lids lowered at the smoky rumble, his voice vibrating with power and authority as she unconsciously nuzzled into his open palm that remained resting on her cheek, covering her entire face from how huge it was.
Leaning in, he hummed with approval, his lips grazing the shell of her ear, “Tell me your name, little vixen. Or shall I coax it out of you?” Wood and musk enveloped her, his firm body radiating with the sensual aroma, driving Nyra’s desire to unbearable heights.
A breathy moan escaped her as she pulled him flush against her, his deep voice like a catalyst to the countless dirty images pouring into her mind, her nipples stiffening as heat erupted from her core. Slick flooded her panties, shamelessly dripping all over the flimsy fabric, making them utterly useless. They both froze as a desperate little whimper fluttered out of her mouth.
Bloody perfect. Why don’t I just die of embarrassment, right fucking now.
Nostrils flaring, he inhaled the undeniable scent of her arousal.
“Woman,” he growled, his gaze scorching, pupils dilating, the black blown so wide that only a narrow rim of blue remained. His strong arms snaked around her waist, pressing her further onto his chest, until every hard ridge of his muscled body was aligned with hers.
Callused fingers swept under her braid, digging into her scalp, tipping her head as his grip tightened.
Gods, he feels so good.
“What are you doing?” she rasped, barely holding her composure.
“Tasting you.” Soft lips brushed hers, his masculine scent invading her. “Tell me to stop.”
“This is crazy,” she swallowed, breathless, heart hammering away as he balled her hair.
A devious grin spread across his stunning face. “Pure fucking madness.” His mouth crashed down, tongue parting her lips as it dove in. Skillfully angling her head to give him better access to her hot mouth. Opening wide, she welcomed the sweet intrusion, losing herself with reckless abandon.
Fire exploded inside of her, rushing through her veins like a tidal wave, igniting her blood until all Nyra felt was the intense heat from his lips and the burning flames of desire as the massive warrior consumed her. Her clit throbbed painfully, desperate for some form of release.
Never in her life had she felt such an inexplicable pull to anyone, the all consuming need to merge with him, to be one with this devastating male so unbearable that she wanted to climb him like a tree. To entwine around him like forest vines. To make a hole in his chest and crawl so deep inside of him, that he could never be rid of her.
“What is this?” she breathed out, rattled by the speed at which everything was unfolding, then returned to feasting on his succulent lips.
“You’re incredible,” he muttered low, finally breaking away, a whimper escaping her as he rested his forehead on hers. “So much more than I could have ever imagined.”
Confusion swept over her. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve been searching for you, little vixen.” Her brows furrowed. “And now that I’ve found you, I’m never letting you go.”
“I don’t understand.”
The devilish smirk was back again, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You will, soon enough,” then in one swift motion he hauled Nyra over his shoulder.
“What are you doing!?” Her fiery arousal was replaced with anger, hitting him frantically across his wide back. “Put me down, you animal!”
