He took a breath. Tasted her. “Get on the bed.” He had to give her pleasure first. Had to make sure that she enjoyed what was to come.
But his angel wasn’t looking shy and innocent. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes bright. As she headed for the bed, her perfect ass doing a little roll that he hadn’t even realized she could do, Marna stripped.
She kicked her shoes away. Tossed her T-shirt to the floor. Slid out of her jeans in a move that had his c**k twitching.
Clad in her underwear and bra, she slid onto the bed. Big, king-sized, the bed was positioned to face the river.
The view of the river was amazing. It was nothing compared to the view he had of her right then. Damn, she looked good enough to eat.
And he did like to bite.
Tanner yanked off his own T-shirt and began to stalk toward her.
“Do I get to . . . taste this time?” she asked him, her voice a mix of sin and innocence.
The beast inside snarled.
If she put her mouth on him—fuck, yes—he was done. “Me first.” Then he caught her ankle. Pulled her legs apart. His nostrils flared as he inhaled her scent.
Nothing had ever smelled as good. Sex and flowers. Sin and temptation.
Paradise.
He climbed onto the bed. Settled between those long, silken legs, and put his mouth right between her thighs.
She whispered his name, and he kissed her through the thin silk of her underwear.
The panties were getting wet. Good. He wanted her wetter. He needed her wetter.
Marna had to be ready for him. She had to want this as much as he did.
Want me more than your next breath.
The way he wanted her.
His fingers slid under the panties. Found the tight entrance to her body. Thrust inside. She squirmed beneath him. Not trying to get away.
Closer.
He tore away her panties. Put his mouth against the flesh he wanted to taste. And he tasted. His tongue slid over her. Into her. Her hips arched and her breath panted out.
He licked. Learned every curve of her body.
She whispered his name.
He kept tasting. More. More.
She came against his tongue.
The first time.
The second time, he’d make sure she came when he was buried deep in her.
The climax had her stiffening beneath him. Arching her body. Closing her eyes.
He loved the taste of her pleasure. Rich, but sweet.
He jerked open his jeans. Pulled out his cock. Her body waited, open, perfect.
With one hand, Tanner guided his c**k to the entrance of her body. Her eyes were on him. Wide. Eager. No hesitation. No fear.
Jaw clenched, he began to thrust inside her. So hot. Hot and tight. He pushed slowly, yanking back on the beast and fighting for control as hard as he could.
“It’s okay.” Marna’s whisper. “I want you.”
But for her first time, he had to use care. Later, he’d let the beast break free. This time . . .
Has to be for her.
His mouth took hers as he pushed deeper into her. His tongue slid over hers. Her legs wrapped around his hips.
Nothing had ever felt so good. So damn perfect. Her sex wrapped around him, the best dream he’d ever had. Wet. Warm. Tight.
His muscles clenched as he fought the urge to plunge balls-deep into her. He wouldn’t hurt her.
Her nails dug into his shoulders. Her mouth broke from his. Her hips lifted up against his, demanding, even as she said, “More!”
Tanner gave her more. He pushed into her, one long, deep glide, and they both gasped.
So good. But . . . “Am I hurting you?”
Her nails dug deeper into him. “Give me the pleasure . . . again. ”
What his angel wanted, he’d make sure she got.
He withdrew, thrust, again and again. Sweat slickened his back, and he kept the beast inside chained up tight. Not too hard. Not too wild.
Not this time.
He caressed her breast. Sucked her nipple. Enjoyed the way her moans filled the air, and the lush scent of sex deepened in the air around them.
He took her hips and positioned her so that he could thrust deeper—and slide right over her clit with each move of his body.
She gasped his name again. Her sex tightened more around him. Her climax was close. He could see it in the blindness of her eyes, hear it in her gasps.
Close.
The panther snarled inside.
Tanner put his mouth on the curve of her shoulder. Licked her flesh. Scored her with his teeth.
Bite.
Beasts liked to mark what was theirs. After this, there’d be no denying what she was anymore.
Angel.
Fallen.
Mine.
He thrust. Withdrew. Thrust—
Marna came. Her sex clenched around him as pleasure flashed across her face.