His Darkest Salvation (Jaguar Warriors 3)

She moved slightly, but it only served to increase the friction between he

r inner thighs, and a sob escaped her lips as bolts of desire shot up from the hotness between them, to claw at her belly painfully.

Her hips began to move, and as she sat there, her body slowly rocking back and forth, her desire and need to mate killing her, she lost all desire to fight it.

Her hands continued to massage and caress her aching breasts, and she thought she was going to lose her mind when two male hands joined them.

Her eyes flew open, and she stared down into Julian’s face. His eyes were intense, the deep golden depths reflected liquid honey, his long, dark lashes too sinful to belong on a man. She swallowed, and whispered, “I hate you.”

His eyes held hers for several long moments. He moved slightly, positioning his legs so that she was ensconced between them. She was aware of his hardness, the straining length of him, but couldn’t take her eyes from his.

His heart beat in time with her own, and she felt like crying, so high was the anticipation that rode her.

She wanted him. Badly.

He lowered his mouth and paused, only a whisper between their lips. She inhaled the air that fell from his lungs, and the yearning inside was painful. She growled, low and deep from her chest, then opened her mouth.

Screw the consequences.

When his lips met hers, she was ready, and her hands found their way to the thick hair at his nape. She pulled at him, groaning into his mouth as she took a taste and smiling against his flesh at the feeling that shot through her.

His tongue immediately plunged deep inside her mouth, and she suckled from him, the taste and feel of him hitting her hard in the gut. Each time his tongue passed over her lips, she felt the pull of it deep within the folds of her sex.

Sharp pangs of desire that left her damp and aching.

She kissed him long and hard, her jaguar raging with need as the minutes passed. When she broke away, she could barely breathe. Her skin burned, and her hair clung in damp waves to her neck and shoulders.

“I hate you,” she said again, her hands falling to his shoulders and reveling in the strength that burned beneath his skin.

“You already said that,” he answered roughly.

“You don’t understand,” she began, but his finger fell to her mouth, and she was silenced.

“Why don’t you show me.” His voice was barely above a whisper, rough, colored with an edge that screamed at her.

Molten heat rolled over her skin and slipped inside her, leaving her nerves quaking with need. She looked down at the erection between his legs and felt her mouth go dry.

Everything faded into the dull gray stone, leaving nothing behind but desire and painful need. In that moment, nothing else mattered except satisfying the urges that rode beneath her flesh with a ferocity she could barely manage.

She inched closer to him. The longing would never go away until she satisfied the cat.

Jaden rose onto her knees and pushed him so that his mouth was level with her aching breasts. She smiled down at Julian, loving the way the black of his irises bled into the gold of his eyes. The air shimmered around him, lighting up the taut muscles in a halo of energy.

Slowly, she reached for her waist, her fingers curling along the edge of her T-shirt, and she heard the breath hitch at the back of his throat as she carefully pulled it up and over her head.

His hands reached up once more, but she slapped them away, reaching around for the clasp of her bra and drawing out the moment into long seconds as she carefully let the slip of black fall from her skin.

She reveled in the cool air that swept across her breasts and felt her nipples harden even more, the peaks turgid as they became engorged with a host of sensations.

His mouth was there before she had time to react, her hands fell to his thick hair as he teased and nipped at her. His tongue swept along the dark pink skin, which was now puckered, raw with desire, and a trail of fire followed in his wake.

She felt his hands creep up along her back, until she was held firm within his grasp and couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to.

He continued to tease, his tongue caressing her nipples until she thought she’d go mad. His mouth hovered above the soft flesh, and she whimpered once more as he blew over the wet skin.

And when she thought she could take no more, when the need between her legs was painful, his hot mouth enveloped the entire peak, and he pulled hard at her.

She moaned, loudly, as hot bolts of desire shot straight to the center of her core.