He thumbed at her jaw, and she let her lips fall open for him so he could taste the sweetness of her mouth. She tasted like delicate Ambeerian pears.
There was no pain anymore, only pulsing joy with an undercurrent of hunger.
She pressed her small breasts against his chest, and he nearly groaned at the frisson of excitement she felt as her sensitive nipples were crushed against his warm skin. Only a thin bit of fabric separated them, but it was too much.
He dragged himself away from her mouth, pressing his lips to her neck and down to brush her clavicle while he tore at the buttons of her dress.
She wiggled a bit to help him, revealing her fragrant skin and the swell of her breasts, encased in a plain algodon bra with a tiny pale satin rosebud at the front clasp.
He nuzzled between her breasts, amused as her shiver of embarrassment melted to pure pleasure. She hadn’t expected to be showing off to a mate tonight. But he liked her practical undergarment. It meant she belonged to no one. Even if she had mentioned a boyfriend on her first day.
Ba’sh was no boy.
Mine.
That wasn’t right, but he could feel her need surging now and his own body surged in response.
He flicked open the slide beneath the rose bud and released her breasts. The two delicate orbs were peaked and pleading for his touch.
Ravenous for her, he cupped one breast reverently in his hand and teased the nipple with his thumb while he wolfed at the other, sucking it half into his mouth in his eagerness.