His Darkest Embrace (Jaguar Warriors 2)

s rough and it fanned the flames of desire even more.

Skye groaned into his mouth and her tongue attacked his with equal fervor. It felt like she’d never get enough of him.

She trailed her tongue along his lips, licking and nipping, until she nuzzled the spot between his ear and neck. His scent was wild, heavy and tantalizing. As she inhaled him deep into her, she felt the raptor inside cry out with need, flooding her cells with an incredible urge to mate.

It startled her and gave her pause. Skye rested her forehead against his jaw, her breathing rough and uneven. What she was feeling was unprecedented. It was raw, honest.

And for once in her life she was giving in to the dark side. She was going to take what she wanted, and to hell with the consequence.

“You’re so beautiful,” she said softly and then leaned toward him, her fingers tracing the intricate tattoos that colored his abs. She followed the touch with the softness of her lips and smiled against his flesh when she felt him tense.

It was satisfying to know he was as affected as she.

She continued to trail kisses along his abdomen and up his rib cage, gently tweaking his hard nipples as she moved further along. Skye looked up at him then and smiled seductively.

“I wonder what you taste like.”

As she bent down in front of him the hiss that escaped from between his lips was quickly followed by a groan as her fingers teased the head of his penis with a soft, quick stroke.

Skye rested on her haunches, her eyes drinking in the sheer male beauty that stood before her.

She’d seen Jagger nude before. Hell, the first night she laid eyes on him he’d been in the buff.

But the way he looked right now, his body hard and proud, aroused something so fierce that all the softness inside of her vanished. Her heart skipped a beat. Or two. Hell, it could’ve been three. It was enough to make her dizzy, and when her eyes focused once more, they greedily ate up the straining length of him, so incredibly male, so incredibly hard.

Skye leaned forward and paused, her eyes turning up to him quickly, and she smiled before opening wide and taking as much of him as she could, deep into her mouth.

“Holy Christ.” The words fell from his mouth and she felt his fingers in her hair, holding her head in place as she began to suckle at him, to lick and tease him with the sharp edges of her teeth.

She loved the feel of him, how the flesh of his cock was so soft, yet the shaft beneath it was hard and unyielding.

Her hands crept around him and she cupped his straining ass as she continued to pleasure him. Each time she pulled at him harder, taking more of him into her mouth, and he swore when she licked and suckled along the length of his shaft. Slowly her tongue and lips wove a wet spell of magic along him, and when she claimed his balls as her own, taking first one and then the other into the warm cave of her mouth, she felt his fingers pull at her hair, hard.

“I can’t take much more.” Jagger was now breathing in rough spurts and barely able to get his words out.

Skye laughed against him and looked up once more, but the heat and animalistic need that she saw there quieted her. The air around them changed, shifted, and for that one second in time, she felt a connection unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

Every single cell in her body was on fire with a need that only he could satisfy. She craved him like the most decadent slice of chocolate imagined and when he slowly pulled himself out of her mouth she was silent. She ran her tongue along the edge of his cock one last time and when he drew her up along the hard length of his body, she could do nothing but whimper with a need long denied.

Once more his mouth ravaged hers and she cried out as his hands tore her T-shirt off over her head, freeing her breasts to his hands and mouth. He attacked one turgid nipple immediately, suckling the peak fast and hard. Skye felt each pull as it went straight to the aching center between her legs.

She was incredibly wet and began to whimper against him. A myriad of sensations rushed over her body, setting every cell of her flesh alive with a need that, while painful, was coated with pleasure.

Jagger lifted her into his arms and continued to feast at her breast as he moved from where they were. She was aware of nothing but the feel of him on her flesh, as if she’d been sucked into a vortex of desire and want and need.

When she felt the silky wetness of water against her skin she opened her eyes, her hands still buried in his hair.

He’d brought them to a small waterfall that fell languidly from twenty feet above them. It pooled in a basin and Jagger smiled down at her wickedly as he set her bottom on a ledge.

The water was cool against her heated flesh and it felt wonderful as it sprayed gently across her back.

“Jagger, I’ve never felt like this, ever.”

He murmured against her flesh, “Babe, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

The promise in his words excited, enthralled her; she had been trying to squirm out of her shorts before he’d even set her down. Jagger laughed wickedly as his strong hands slipped inside the waistband of her bottoms.

He kissed her softly then. A soulful, sweet kiss that nearly brought her to tears, and when he bent down to carefully remove her shorts, Skye felt the tears leak from the corners of her eyes.