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“I don’t live here.” He took off her shoes and dropped them to the floor. “This place belongs to Arand’s woman. It was her grandmother’s home.” Stavros rolled off her socks and tossed them away.
“Oh.” Really, what else could she say? Glad you’re not a cheating bastard would certainly upset the mood.
He reached for the opening of her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. “I do not have any other woman,” he assured her.
It was a good thing she wasn’t afraid of him, or his dark scowl would scare the pants off her. She almost laughed at her turn of phrase when he pulled her pants down her legs and tossed them aside.
She blinked and he was naked again. That was some trick he did, making his clothing appear and disappear on command. She licked her lips as she gazed at his perfect form. He growled low in his throat and it was so much like a jaguar it startled her. It was a little frightening, and if she was being honest, sexy as hell.
He knelt on the mattress by her feet and crawled up the bed until he was hovering over her. Heat radiated from his big body. They were inches apart but not touching. “I want you naked. I want to see your bare breasts, to cover them with my hands.”
She felt like fanning herself. It was growing hotter in here with each passing second. Reaching down, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and dragged it up and off. She wasn’t wearing a bra, hadn’t bothered with one after her shower earlier this evening.
His eyes narrowed and he licked his lips. He looked dark and dangerous looming over her. Her pussy clenched in response. Stavros inhaled deeply and slowly smiled as if he knew how her body reacted to him.
Stavros cupped her breasts with his large hands, plumping the mounds. “Beautiful.” He rubbed his thumbs over her distended nipples, wringing a moan from her throat. She arched up, wanting more of his touch.
He growled again, leaned down and lapped at one pebbled tip. His tongue was slightly rough, and the stimulation sent a stab of pleasure racing to her pussy, making it throb. Toni moaned, threaded her fingers through his hair and dragged him closer.
He purred. Honest to God purred. She cried out, unable to stop herself. It was like having a warm, wet vibrator attached to her nipple.
Her eyes practically crossed when she imagined what that might feel like if he explored her pussy.
As if he could hear her thoughts, Stavros released her breast and began to kiss and lick a hot path down her torso. He tongued her belly button, flicking in and out of the small indentation. He nipped at her hipbones, letting her feel his teeth. Not enough to hurt, but enough to drive her arousal level through the roof.
She writhed and moaned beneath him, trying to encourage him to hurry, but he would not be rushed. By the time he knelt between her thighs and spread them wide, she was ready to throttle him.
He inhaled again and she had to ask. “Can you smell my arousal?”
He licked his lips and her pussy clenched in response. “Oh yeah.” The way he said it left her no doubt he was telling the truth. Toni had no idea just what he could do. He was immortal and a jaguar, but what did that all mean? Enhanced senses obviously.
And then he dipped his head between her legs, and she no longer cared. All she knew was she wanted more of the way he was touching her. He stroked that amazing tongue of his over the slick folds of her pussy. She forgot to breathe when the tip flicked the tiny nub of nerves at the apex.
And when he closed his lips over her clit and sucked, she lost her mind.
Toni grabbed fistfuls of the covers beneath her to anchor herself in the sensual storm engulfing her. She’d never felt anything near this before. Stavros owned her body, playing it like a master.
Her breasts ached for his touch. Her mouth yearned for his kisses. Her skin craved his caress. But there was no way she wanted him to stop what he was doing. He teased her clit with his tongue
“I don’t live here.” He took off her shoes and dropped them to the floor. “This place belongs to Arand’s woman. It was her grandmother’s home.” Stavros rolled off her socks and tossed them away.
“Oh.” Really, what else could she say? Glad you’re not a cheating bastard would certainly upset the mood.
He reached for the opening of her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. “I do not have any other woman,” he assured her.
It was a good thing she wasn’t afraid of him, or his dark scowl would scare the pants off her. She almost laughed at her turn of phrase when he pulled her pants down her legs and tossed them aside.
She blinked and he was naked again. That was some trick he did, making his clothing appear and disappear on command. She licked her lips as she gazed at his perfect form. He growled low in his throat and it was so much like a jaguar it startled her. It was a little frightening, and if she was being honest, sexy as hell.
He knelt on the mattress by her feet and crawled up the bed until he was hovering over her. Heat radiated from his big body. They were inches apart but not touching. “I want you naked. I want to see your bare breasts, to cover them with my hands.”
She felt like fanning herself. It was growing hotter in here with each passing second. Reaching down, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and dragged it up and off. She wasn’t wearing a bra, hadn’t bothered with one after her shower earlier this evening.
His eyes narrowed and he licked his lips. He looked dark and dangerous looming over her. Her pussy clenched in response. Stavros inhaled deeply and slowly smiled as if he knew how her body reacted to him.
Stavros cupped her breasts with his large hands, plumping the mounds. “Beautiful.” He rubbed his thumbs over her distended nipples, wringing a moan from her throat. She arched up, wanting more of his touch.
He growled again, leaned down and lapped at one pebbled tip. His tongue was slightly rough, and the stimulation sent a stab of pleasure racing to her pussy, making it throb. Toni moaned, threaded her fingers through his hair and dragged him closer.
He purred. Honest to God purred. She cried out, unable to stop herself. It was like having a warm, wet vibrator attached to her nipple.
Her eyes practically crossed when she imagined what that might feel like if he explored her pussy.
As if he could hear her thoughts, Stavros released her breast and began to kiss and lick a hot path down her torso. He tongued her belly button, flicking in and out of the small indentation. He nipped at her hipbones, letting her feel his teeth. Not enough to hurt, but enough to drive her arousal level through the roof.
She writhed and moaned beneath him, trying to encourage him to hurry, but he would not be rushed. By the time he knelt between her thighs and spread them wide, she was ready to throttle him.
He inhaled again and she had to ask. “Can you smell my arousal?”
He licked his lips and her pussy clenched in response. “Oh yeah.” The way he said it left her no doubt he was telling the truth. Toni had no idea just what he could do. He was immortal and a jaguar, but what did that all mean? Enhanced senses obviously.
And then he dipped his head between her legs, and she no longer cared. All she knew was she wanted more of the way he was touching her. He stroked that amazing tongue of his over the slick folds of her pussy. She forgot to breathe when the tip flicked the tiny nub of nerves at the apex.
And when he closed his lips over her clit and sucked, she lost her mind.
Toni grabbed fistfuls of the covers beneath her to anchor herself in the sensual storm engulfing her. She’d never felt anything near this before. Stavros owned her body, playing it like a master.
Her breasts ached for his touch. Her mouth yearned for his kisses. Her skin craved his caress. But there was no way she wanted him to stop what he was doing. He teased her clit with his tongue
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