His Darkest Embrace (Jaguar Warriors 2)

Skye arched her back, her hands digging into his thick hair. She pulled him into her roughly and smiled when he chuckled at her display before treating the other nipple to the same wicked sensations.

She began to gyrate in his lap, her softness pushed hard against the hard bulge that lay between his legs.

“I’ve never felt like this,” she said breathlessly. “Never wanted someone so bad that it hurts.”

Skye’s eyes widened. The sight of Jagger’s dark head against the golden skin of her breasts was incredibly erotic. It fed her passion, inflaming her desire to a level she’d never reached before.

She didn’t care that he was jaguar. The world was going to hell. Literally. It was time for Skye to take what she wanted and damn the consequence.

She grabbed the baggy top and pulled it over her head and then stood up.

She could feel the first rays of sunlight beginning to break across the morning sky. It sang to her, and the rush of power that filled her soul only enhanced the emotions and sensations that ran across every single nerve ending in her body.

Jagger lay at her feet, his body resting against a tree, his panting, naked chest heaving. The green of his eyes literally glowed, and Skye couldn’t help but think he was the most incredible man she’d ever come across.

Strong. Wild. He was an animal, and one she had every intention of taming.

She smiled down at him, slow and seductive, and then grabbed the waistband of her shorts. Without hesitation she stripped them from her body and stood proudly before him, her golden skin alive and open to his hot gaze.

“Don’t tease me, Skye.” His eyes darkened. “I don’t think I can take it.”

The warning was there and she paused for a second, a blush coloring her cheeks. She’d brought him to the brink several times before, but this time was different.

“I want to make love to you, Jagger.”

She took a step forward and began to pant as his eyes feasted on the blond patch of hair between her legs. His handsome face was focused entirely on her, and the look of hunger that adorned his features was laid bare to her. It was raw. Honest.

“Come here,” he said hoarsely.

Skye took one more step and when his arms snaked out and grabbed her around her butt she nearly stumbled. Automatically her hands reached out and she braced herself against the tree.

Every limb trembled and if not for the strength of the man beneath her, she would have surely collapsed.

She looked down at him and her breath caught in her throat at the heated glance he threw up at her. His lips were drawn back and a growl ripped from deep in his chest.

“You belong to me,” he said, and she could do nothing but nod. There were no words for what she was feeling.

His fingers trailed over the taut skin of her belly and he stopped near her navel. Skye looked down and felt something break inside of her as he reached over and gently kissed the flesh that was still raw from three mornings before.

Slowly he spread her legs until she was open to him—the part of her that was trembling, swollen with the need for his touch. And when his fingers sought out the wet heat hidden between the folds of her sex, she threw her head back, her mouth open, her breathing ragged.

His touch passed over her clitoris softly, and then again more aggressively, each time eliciting sensations inside of her that fired off into every direction imaginable.

He held her ass with one hand and thank God for that. Surely Skye would have melted into a pool of liquid nothingness. His other hand continued to caress her slick folds, teasing, tugging, and when she felt the heat of his mouth on her inner thigh, Skye thought she’d go mad from desire.

Small sounds erupted from the back of her throat and her fingers gripped the tree, the nails digging in hard.

She spread her legs even more and began to gyrate, loving the rough feel of his whiskers as they brushed against the softness of her thighs.

Anticipation was running rampant through her body and as the moments ticked by, with her desire running hot, the need became nearly all-consuming.

“Please,” she whispered hoarsely, shoving herself at him. Wanting him to do more than caress and tease.

She heard him laugh against her, his fingers rubbing along the inside of her wetness. The sensation was pleasing, but left her wanting a whole hell of a lot more.

“What do you want me to do, sweets?”

Her hips nearly buckled as he licked along the inside of her leg, his tongue long and firm.