THE AWAKENING

He eyed her with open speculation, as if weighing the truth of her statement. Perhaps he feared she’d chomp his dick off. The thought had merit.

But a tingling deep inside her belly had begun to curl itself around her senses and a hunger that had nothing to do with food had taken root.

She recognized the signs this time. She smothered the groan as her temperature kicked up a notch.

Soon, she’d start ripping her own clothes off in her need to be touched and fucked. Oh, how she hated Phasing.

She blew a hard breath through her clenched teeth, unable to stop the carnal smile that curved her lips. “Are we going to talk about all day or get down to business?”

Momentarily startled by her easy acquiesce, Ulster stripped quickly, shredding his clothes as if flicking lint from a sport coat.

His body was a hard maze of scars from battles fought and survived; whether he was the winner or loser of those battles, she didn’t know and it didn’t matter.

Those crisscrossed, jagged lines were the mark of a survivor, no matter the outcome. Her blood thrilled at the savagery she saw in those wounds.

She tore the ugly dress from her body, delighting in the way the cold air caressed her bare skin. Ulster growled in open appreciation at what he saw.

been trim and fit — the benefit of a super fast metabolism

roared and the room cleared. He circled her. His jutting cock, monstrous and thick, with a dripping bead of moisture escaping the tip, drew her attention. He noted her riveted attention to the bobbing length

Yes!

wary approach, as if nearing a deadly creature. Perhaps her eyes glowed with the heat beginning to

more widely, enjoying the fact that he was uncertain. “Are you

is on fire,” he noted with a subtle wonder. “I can only imagine how hot your

burn,” she warned with an

her. She kissed him back,

A low growl rumbled from his chest as he squeezed her breasts hard

and aching, needing to be handled and sucked. He pinched the tips meanly and she shuddered

his long finger inside her, testing her slick passage and withdrew only to pop it into his mouth, tasting her. “Sweet like honey,” he said roughly before pushing her to

throat, loving the way the girth filled her mouth and stretched her lips. The mushroom head banged against the back of her throat as she sucked and teased while gripping the

open mouth, and she closed her

and she wasn’t interested in fighting anymore. This wild abandon coursing through her veins was heady

wanting it brutal and rough. He panted with harsh grunts as he continued to fuck her mouth and she craved his seed. Her body fairly hummed