Tamed

He was addicted to her.

Danielle was his personal drug.

He fingered the shoulder straps of her black dress and gently pulled them down. Her face was flushed with excitement. She looked so goddamned beautiful. Her eyes glittered. Her lips looked red and ripe.

Feeling impatient, he let out his claws and tore the dress off her luscious body.

She widened her eyes. “Dane, that was a Gucci dress—”

“So?” He didn’t care what dress it was. He just wanted it out of his way. “I can easily buy more for you.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Ssh, kitten. Kiss me.”

She leaned forward and kissed him like he asked. Her objection was suddenly forgotten.

He touched her skin. It felt so smooth. Like silk. Her coloring was also mouthwatering. Dane zeroed his attention to her bra. Her breasts looked as if about to burst out of the containment. New heat stirred in his loin. What was she, an F cup? All natural, too. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on them. And that was exactly what he did.

He undid the hook of her back strap and yanked the lacy brassiere free. Her breasts bobbed heavily.

Lovely. Very lovely.

Dane kissed her mouth. Licked her chin and laved the skin on her neck as he played with her breasts. He found her nipples and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. She fidgeted, but seemed to like it. The buds became stiffer in his hands. He broke the kiss and took one nipple into his mouth.

Her body became tense. “Dane!” She grabbed his shoulders.

She let out more delicious mewls from her throat. Dane found it very sexy. He sucked her nipple harder. He flicked the bud with his tongue playfully. It drove her wild.

He liked that.

By the time he released it, Danielle looked one hundred percent aroused. A semi-disbelief painted her expression.

“You like it?” he inquired.

“Yes.”

“Good. I have more tricks I want to try on you.”

She mumbled, “Oh, man.”

“Let’s take the rest off.” Dane slipped his arm around her back and under her thighs and lifted her. He carried her onto his bed.

Dane kicked his shoes off and undressed. His trousers. Briefs. Socks. His sport jacket. Shirt. Undershirt. He then sat beside her and removed her panties. She looked shy when he pulled them off her ankles.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“Don’t you want to turn off the light first?”

“Why would I do that?”

“It’s too bright,” she confessed.

“Hmm. Too bad.”

“But—”

“Ssh. Close your eyes if you’re shy.”