The arrogance and absolute belief in his tone spurred her temper. She opened her mouth to argue, and his descended.
It wasn’t a kiss.
His heated mouth captured hers, and then he conquered. The hand at her nape immobilized as he took. Strong and insistent, he delved deep.
Lava boiled through her veins. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears. With a groan, she accepted him.
He freed her hands, encircling her waist and yanking her flush against him, his mouth claiming. Pressed along his hard length, her sex softened. Even through his sweats and her dress, his erection pulsed. Quicker than an impulse, her mind blanked. Her body instinctively relaxed into his demand. All training, all intelligence fled as he forced her under.
Nearly gasping, she wrenched her mouth free, needing to breathe. He allowed her a couple of inches of space but no more.
Opening her eyes, she struggled to think. One look at his face, and she gave up all rational thought.
Midnight lit his eyes while a hard flush covered his high cheekbones. Need, want, lust, demand all hinted in the strong line of his jaw. Purely masculine, definitely deadly, there was no way in hell he was letting her go.
The absolute truth of that shivered down her torso and ended with a blast of heat that had her swaying. Desire was too simple a word to describe the raw need spiraling under her skin. She could easily lose herself in him, and for once, she didn’t give a damn. There was no turning away. No hiding.
Tethering her with his gaze and the hand tangled in her hair, he glanced down. A growl rumbled as he lowered his head, nuzzling the tops of her breasts. Then he leaned her back.
“Seth—”
“Shh,” he whispered against her skin. “I have you.”
And he did. Femininity stretched awake inside her, cautious and hopeful. For the first time in her life, Mia Stone let somebody take over. Relaxing into his hold, she trusted.
He stopped for the briefest of seconds, and somehow his cock hardened even more against her. Warm air rushed against her back as he pushed her dress down to her hips. With a moan of appreciation, he ducked his head, and his tongue flicked over her nipple, sending electricity straight to her clit.
Inhaling sharply, she rubbed against him, trying to dispel some of the ache.
Pure heat engulfed her breast as his mouth surrounded her, and she stilled. How was he so hot? On fire, she shot both hands through his thick hair, digging in, holding him in place. More. She needed more.
He chuckled, nearly sending her over the edge.
The world tilted, and she found her legs wrapped around his hips, moving through the cabin. Finally. There had to be a bed somewhere. Levering forward, she pressed her lips along the hard column of his neck. Salt and man filled her senses. The masculinity of the rough cords made her head spin.
With a satisfied smile, she licked her way up and under his cut jawline.
A warning growl hissed from his lips. Oh, yeah, they could both play.
Moonlight danced across his face as he moved into a sparsely decorated bedroom and set her gently on the bed. Quick fingers had his sweats shoved to the wooden floor—leaving him nude.
Wow.
The man was beyond masculine. Powerful legs, ripped abs, and broad shoulders combined to create…pure male. His cock was full and way too big. How was he real?
Her breath heated, and her skin tingled. Want and need blended until the world narrowed to Seth Volk. For a brief moment in time, he was the only thing in existence.
He gently pushed her shoulders to the bed before sliding work-roughened hands over her breasts and down to her bunched dress. He leaned over. His mouth followed his hands to lick her torso and abdomen. She shifted restlessly against him, her vision clouding.
He rumbled in pleasure while slowly tugging off her dress. Calloused fingers traced a path up the inside of her calf and over her knees to her inner thighs.
She bit back a moan.
Warm air brushed her skin when he knelt on the floor, his dark gaze on hers. “No holding back, Mia.” The words were soft, the tone relentless. Whiskers scraped her skin as his mouth nipped her thigh.
Fire zipped right to her core. She gasped, shifted, and bit her lip again to keep from whimpering.
“Stubborn girl,” he murmured. Then, over her panties, his heated mouth enclosed her clit.
