Page 39 of Tempting the Tiger

She climbed onto the bed, crawling across it on her hands and knees. When she reached the center, she stopped, lowered her head to the silken comforter. She still had on her panties, hose, and shoes, but she knew he would dispose of them. Probably by ripping them from her body, she thought, shivering. The room was warm, but the anticipation of him taking her, claiming her again had her trembling with excitement. Want. Need. Love.

Oh, so much love.

She felt him move onto the bed, the mattress dipping with his weight. She jumped just a little when his hands curved around the back of her thighs. He slowly eased her legs apart, exposing her even more.

“Keair,” she cried out when he licked the moist panel of her panties. His tongue was warm and thick and she wanted to feel it against her skin. He licked her again through the silk, then blew against her enflamed flesh. She gripped the covers in her hands.

Then, as she had predicted, she felt her panties being ripped from her body. The seams cut into her flesh, but she loved the added element of pain. His fingers gripped the fleshy curve of her ass, his large fingers biting into her. He pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her pink, dripping pussy to his gaze. She knew he could tell—could smell—how much she wanted him.

She cried out when his tongue plunged into her depths, his rigid tongue fucking her. He licked, he nibbled, he sucked until she was writhing beneath him.

“Please, Keair, please,” she pleaded.

He ignored her, continuing to eat her out. Just as she thought she could stand no more, he reached in front of her, his finger finding her clit and rubbing, sending her over the edge.

Before her orgasm could fade away, she felt the bulbous head of his cock on her entrance, stretching the thrumming flesh. He slowly pushed himself inside her, then pulled back out. She wasn’t surprised when he grabbed her hair and pulled, arching her head up as he continued to fuck her. One hand curled around her ass, holding her hips still so that she couldn’t move.

She could only accept—accept her mate. Slow, strong strokes built the pressure inside her again and she wanted to feel that pleasure rip through her.

“Keair, fuck me,” she demanded, panting, trying to push back so he would move faster. “Fuck me hard.”

He growled and pulled harder on her hair. She squealed when his hand lifted from her ass only to land a hard, striking blow. “I will do as I please with you, mate.”

She whimpered as he continued to fuck her, slow and steady. Deciding two could play at the game of torture, she squeezed the muscles of her pussy around his cock, trying to hold him inside as he moved.

He groaned as he moved. When she reached beneath them, touched him as he entered her, his control snapped and his hips thrust forward, his cock slamming into her, hard and rough. Again and again, he took her, fucking her just as she’d imagined.

As he continued to take her she moved her hand to his thigh, needing to hold on to something as he sent her flying. Higher and higher she went, her pleasure building.

“That’s it, baby, take my cock. Is this hard enough, fast enough?” His voice was deep and dark, all growly and animalistic as he pounded inside her. Neither could last long and he bowed his body over top of hers, jerking as he poured his seed inside her. His teeth found the mate mark and he bit into her flesh again, marking her again.

Grace’s release flooded her, sending massive quakes through her body. It was so good it bordered on pain and she wanted to curl into herself to hold in the pleasure.

His cock was still throbbing inside her cunt when he lifted his weight from her, turning on his side. He gathered her close, keeping them connected.

“Damn,” he murmured, pushing her hair from her face so he could turn her head for a kiss. He sought her mouth, his lips hot and branding as he thrust his tongue in and out. He pressed a hand against her belly, holding her still as he kept himself buried deep inside her.

“I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never get enough of you,” he whispered against her lips. Even as he made his declaration, he saw Grace’s eyes close. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as sleep overcame him as well.

“Grace, where are you?” A few hours later Keair woke from the best sleep he believed he had ever had in his life, only to find the bed beside him empty. Immediately, he sat up, his cat vision seeking his mate in the darkness.

“Over here.” Her soft voice traveled through the darkness. She sat in front of the bank of windows, watching the rain hitting the insulated panes of glass. She was dressed in the silk robe he had bought her as a wedding present that had been hanging in the bathroom. He rose from the bed, closing the distance between them.

“Is something wrong?” He had heard the raspy vocal of her words and his heart had plummeted. He knew he had been rough with her, hell, he’d been more than rough. He’d allowed his cat out—something he’d never done during sex before.

“Of course not,” she smiled. “I wasn’t sleepy.”

“I find that difficult to believe,” he stated, picking her up so he could share the overstuffed chair with her. He settled her firmly against his lap—against his hardening cock. He was not at all surprised that he wanted her yet again. “I believe you were quite stated.”

“Humble, much?” she murmured as she hit his shoulder. Her head fell against his chest exposing the bite he had given her. He lifted a finger to rub against the almost circular mark he had made. It was still red and tender and would be for several days.

“Did I hurt you, Grace?” He tilted her head up. They both knew he was referring to more than just the bite.

She lifted her hand and smoothed her fingers against the stubble of her jaw. “You did not.”

“But—”

“No, buts. I loved it, Keair. I loved the fact that you lost control just a teeny-weeny bit.” She held up her thumb and index finger, barely spreading them apart. “And I loved the fact that you let your tiger out.”