Once they met the shirt, she stood before him in a sheer black bra and panty set that left little to the imagination. He was left speechless, unable to find the words to tell her how beautiful he found her. He'd never been a poet, one for pretty words, but she made him wish he possessed a silver tongue to ply her with sonnets about the way she took his breath.
As she walked backwards, he found himself grinning, instantly scrambling upwards to follow her as she led him back towards his room. He shouldn't be doing this. She was likely traumatized, feeling alone, simply needing a port in the storm. Realistically, he'd be taking advantage of her if he continued this while she was still upset about her father and everything that had happened. He knew it, and yet, when she crooked a finger to beckon him closer, he couldn't resist the summons.
Adele sprawled across his bed, teeth peeking out to dig into her bottom lip, and he was done for. He had no fight left, not as a man or animal. Tugging his own shirt over his head, he kicked off his jeans and followed her down, bracing himself over her as he lowered his head for another kiss, this time deeper, more passionate. His tongue twined with hers, battling for supremacy until she moaned and gave in, hands lifting to wrap around his neck.
He'd been made fun of when he was younger by a lot of his friends for the type of women he admired. They'd generally preferred the cheerleaders, the athletic ones. He'd always gravitated to the bigger girls, the shy ones most people didn't notice. He did. He loved the feel of a woman in his arms, all warmth and curves. The way the shyness gave way to unrestrained pleasure once they realized you loved everything about them and took joy and pride in satisfying them.
Shifting lower, he left tiny bites down her neck and across her collarbones, relishing the soft sighs and sounds of encouragement she provided. Once he cupped her breasts in his palms after freeing them from the fabric, he nuzzled his face between them, turning his head to tease his tongue across a taut nipple. Thian grinned as it hardened further under the caress, returning to pull it deftly between his teeth.
As she whimpered, he scraped his teeth against the sensitive peak, tugging it between his lips, toying with her until it was reddened and drawn tight. Once he was satisfied, he turned, giving the other the same attention until they were both a stunning red and Adele threatened to claw him if he didn't move lower. He wasn't entirely sure she didn't realize that wasn't really a threat for him.
Still, he obliged, and gave the lady what she wanted. He took his time tracing a path down her rounded stomach, tongue laving over the curved indents of her hips. Sliding his palms under the lace, he hooked his fingers over the elastic hem, tugging it downward, lifting one leg at a time to free her from the material, finally leaving her fully bared to his gaze.
As he positioned himself, he used his shoulders to nudge her knees apart, situating himself between her spread thighs. She was glorious this way, trembling slightly, eyes wide as she held herself still, as if waiting for his reaction. He couldn't help licking his lips, she looked like a helluva meal, and he suddenly realized he'd been fucking starving. Glancing up to meet her gaze, he held it as his fingers eased a path through silken flesh. The sound she made as he breached her entrance with two digits had him shuddering, cock hardening to an almost painful degree.
Lowering his head, he inhaled, cat purring in his head as the scent of his mate in need filled his senses. As she writhed under him, he quickly found a rhythm that had her clutching the sheets in her fists, legs falling further open as he sucked and nibbled lightly against her clit, fingers working in tandem to urge her higher. The sounds she made urged him on, wanting to hear more of them, to hear her cry out in bliss.
For the first time, he and the cat were in perfect agreement, and a strange calm settled over him. It was as if everything else faded away, the rest of the world enveloped in a stillness that made everything outside this room unimportant in the grand scheme of things. There was just the two of them, and nothing existed except the feel of her twisting beneath him, the taste of her on his tongue. The way her body spasmed around his fingers, tightening down as her cries become louder, more fervent as she shifted to tangle her fingers in his hair, tugging insistently.
Grinning against her, he redoubled his efforts, fingers twisting and curling, repeating the motion when she made a sound of surprise, followed by a drawn-out moan and an upward lift of her hips in appreciation. He was rewarded with her toes curling against his elbows, legs going lax as she trembled in release, crying out his name.
Rising, he settled himself over her once more, brushing tendrils of her blonde hair away from her face. For a moment, the cat peeked through, the first time it had ever happened in human form. His vision sharpened, colors becoming muted temporarily. The tiniest details of her expressions were more visible this way, the look of pleasure suffusing her.
Thian bent his head, lips meeting hers for a bruising, possessive kiss before
