He slid his tongue against mine and currents of pleasure streaked through me, tightening my breasts. My heart pounded in my chest like it wanted to escape, and when he deepened the kiss, I felt the moment he gave in to the call of the bond— the moment all his control slipped.
Wolfe’s hand slid into my hair and the kiss turned carnal.
Beneath the silver moon, he devoured my mouth, silently showing me what he planned to do to my body.
My palms slid up the cool silk of his shirt to the sides of his neck, and I ran my fingers through his hair.
He pushed back into me and the swollen ridge of his erection dug into my belly.
He groaned again, pulling back to look at me through eyes thick with lust.
“I need you now, Ziyka,” he said, his voice rough. He kissed the bridge of my nose and worked his way down my throat. “I have to fuck you right now.”
“Here?” I stuttered.
He moved back to my ear and he breathed into my hair. “Right here. Right now.”
The desire in his voice made me ache and the need for him to fill me with pleasure took over, making me want him even more.
“Take me.” I rasped, pushing his jacket from his shoulders.
Wolfe gave me a wicked smile, his long canines looking haunting in the moonlight. “With pleasure, Lady Nightblade.”
Gods, I was going to fade away just from the sound of his voice and him calling meLady Nightblade.
He shrugged out of the jacket and tossed it to the side. Then he crushed his mouth against mine again.
Wolfe kissed me harder and the tension building inside me, made me mindless to everything but him. Then his hands were on my breasts. He brushed my hard nipples through the sheer bodice of my dress and kissed his way down to meet them.
His mouth closed over my right nipple and the dress fizzled away from my body, leaving me naked and my bare breast in his mouth.
Pushing up against the wall, he wedged me in place while he drew my breast into his mouth and sucked long and hard.
A moan slipped past my lips, husky with the echo of my need. It was loud but I was beyond caring.
I wanted more, more, more of his mouth on me.
He seemed to know, so he moved his mouth to my other breast and gave me more of what I craved.
His hands moved to my hips, and he held me there while he rubbed his straining erection back and forth against the folds of my aroused flesh.
His fingers fluttered there next.
He slipped one finger inside me and stroked my clit, pulling another moan from my lips.
Then he made me go crazy while he suckled on my breast and finger-fucked me.
Heat licked up my spine, molten and insistent, pooling low in my belly. Then bliss flooded through me in languid waves, turning my muscles to honey.
I didn’t think I had anything left of my mind to lose. But Wolfe Nightblade proved me wrong.
The warrior dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs.
His tongue slid into my hot, slick, flesh, and I cried out, shuddering as if I’d just been struck by lightning.
He sucked hard on my clit, then swirled his long around and around the throbbing bud until all I saw before me were stars. Every caress slowly propelled me toward climax.
Yearning pulled at my core, an ache that had nothing to do with the physical, and everything to do with him and the bond that fused us together.
