To conquer and consume, but in a different way than he was used to.
My chest burned and my breath came fast and hard.
I’d never felt so alive.
In about five steps, he caught me, hooking an arm around my waist, bringing my feet off the ground. He buried his face in my neck, his lips against my pulse. “You want the beast?”
Even though I could feel his heart pound against my back, I could hear the playfulness in his tone. I turned my face some to meet his gorgeous grey eyes, and he…smiled at me.
Teeth and all.
And oh my…it was good that he was holding me, because my knees gave out.
If I wasn’t in love before….God help me. I would have been then.
I wasn’t sure if there was such a thing as falling in love with a person when you were already in love with them, but if it wasn’t possible, Cian made it so.
Or maybe it was just falling harder.
Deeper.
The kind of depths that are only found in the ocean.
His teeth nipped at my neck and he growled into it some, messing around. I took a deep breath and growled back. A moment passed between us, and he started laughing. The kind of roaring laughter I’d expected out of him.
It was glorious. The most beautiful sound in the world. And it didn’t sound torn or forced. It sounded as natural as it should have.
Our eyes connected and I started laughing, too, but tears slipped out the corners of my eyes. My heart felt like it was about to burst.
He growled into my neck again and I growled back. We started laughing even harder, almost howling, and then we started to kiss. He kissed the sense out of me because I had no clue we’d been heading toward the Thing until my back hit it.
I broke the kiss to take a breath. I felt almost delusional. Nothing felt real but him. Like we were both swimming in that ocean on a bright, hot day, and it was entirely ours.
He turned to cover the Thing, and I was clawing at his back, desperate to get his shirt off and feel his skin. It didn’t take him long to get the cover over it, but it felt like forever because I couldn’t wait. I was almost desperate.
He was too.
We were kissing like the world was going to end, grabbing for each other, trying to break the barrier between our clothes and get to skin, taking longer than necessary to get inside.
Finally, we were in, and our clothes were flying from the back to wherever they landed.
Cian lifted me up, wedged my body between the front seat and back, and told me, “Open your legs for me.” I had to balance my arms on each headrest, and when I parted for him, he came at me with his lips and tongue and teeth.
All I was capable of was incoherent mutters as he devoured me. I was pulling his hair, maybe even his ears, and grinding against his mouth. It seemed like all my blood flow was concentrated to one area, and it needed release.
My entire body convulsed as he gave it to me.
I didn’t have time to take a breath.
He sat me on top of him but angled my back some. I could feel the front seat pressing into it. When he entered me, we both groaned. He was as deep as he could go, and he was stretching me, the pressure so intense, sweat started to slide down my body.
I couldn’t control the urge to move, to feel him move deep inside of me and sliding against the hot, sensitive pulse between my legs.
His hands squeezed my hips as he looked between us, watching as he slid in and out of me. “You’re my fierce she-hunter when you’re with me like this.”
I wanted to bite him.
Claw him.
