As his mouth, teeth, and tongue ravished one nipple, then the other, every reason why she shouldn’t make love to him now disappeared into the passion-induced fog in her brain.
His big hands roamed her back and drew her against him as he stoked her so high she thought she’d spontaneously combust. She cried out and rubbed against him. A growl was her only warning before being flipped to her back, where she now cradled Lorent, this huge, dominant male, between her thighs as his face remained buried in her breasts. The pleasure he was giving her robbed her of the ability to speak, and tears burned her eyes.
She curled her fingers in his thick hair and held him to her as he continued ravishing her breasts and nipples. The intense heat coming from his body bled through her skin, and she strained against him, reveling in the comfort his closeness gave her. He didn’t crush her, was careful to keep his weight off her, but he was still heavy enough that she felt deliciously entrapped by his bigger frame.
“Lorent.” She tugged at his hair, but his only response was a groan. “Lorent.” She tugged a bit harder, and when he looked up at her, her heart flip-flopped at the sight of him.
She didn’t think it possible, but he was even sexier with his hair tousled from her fingers and his eyes glowing. The desire that burned in the hazel depths—purely dominant, hot, predatory—alarmed and excited her. The feral way he gazed at her made her feel hunted, stalked, caught, and soon to be conquered. Surprisingly, she wasn’t afraid. The fact that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him only thrilled her.
“What, Melony?” His words were quiet, low, breathless.
“Kiss me again.”
His mouth slammed down on hers, and he stole the breath from her lungs, which she readily gave to him as she hungrily devoured his lips. No man had ever kissed her like this.
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Lycan Christmas
S. K. Yule
His kiss was the epitome of possession, and she never thought she’d enjoy being possessed quite this much. She would, without a shadow of a doubt, submit to this man, give him anything he asked for. But how could she feel this strongly for him already? And that simple question spurred her logical mind to steal the magic from the moment.
She stiffened, and Lorent immediately broke the kiss as if detecting the change in her.
He sat up and pulled her onto his lap once again before framing her face with his hands.
“What’s wrong?” He lightly rubbed his thumb over her cheek.
“Nothing.” She closed her eyes for a moment. “It’s just that . . .”
“Shit.” He stood, helped her up, bent to retrieve her shirt, and handed it to her. “I’m sorry. I crossed the line. I should have never touched you like that.” He stepped away from her and leaned against a tall tree, the bark crunching under his weight.
She hurriedly tugged her shirt over her head before going to him and laying a hand on his arm. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to. I just got caught up in the moment and forgot myself. Things were progressing a bit fast for me is all.”
“I’m such an ass,” he muttered.
“Look at me, Lorent.” She waited until he finally did so. “You did nothing wrong. I never meant to do any more than kiss you, but when you touched me . . .” Her voice trailed off while images of his mouth on her rushed her brain. “I lost my head. You seem to have that effect on me.”
“You seem to have that effect on me as well,” he said through tight lips. “I shouldn’t have taken things that far. I’m sorry.”
“Please stop apologizing. We were both out of control. It’s understandable. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. It doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it. It doesn’t mean I didn’t like it, because I did. I don’t regret what we just did. I just want to take things a bit slower, and where we were heading was not slow.”
“No. I guess it wasn’t.” He grimaced.
She wrapped her arms around him, not expecting a response, but pleasantly surprised when he hugged her to him.
“You’re so warm,” she mumbled.
“It’s a lycan thing.”
“I like it.”
“I’m glad because I don’t think I can change it.”
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Lycan Christmas
S. K. Yule
“This is one of the best dreams I’ve ever had,” she said against his chest. “I wish I could dream about you every night. I like spending time with you. I’m not sorry about anything.”
“I like spending time with you as well.” He pulled back and pushed some of the stray hairs off her forehead. “I think I might have messed up your hair.”
“It was worth it,” she giggled.
“I have to go now, Melony. I’ll see you again soon. Sleep well.” He kissed her on the forehead and turned away.
She watched as he disappeared into the trees, wanting to call him back, knowing she couldn’t because she would not have the willpower to stop herself a second time from letting him make love to her.
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Melony groaned and lifted her heavy lids with much effort. Her bedroom was dark, which told her it was still several hours before morning came. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body, and her breasts were full and heavy.
She ran her hand over them only to find her nipples stiffened in peaks.
Damn. That was one hell of
