His Darkest Hunger (Jaguar Warriors 1)

She felt his arms wrap themselves around her tightly, and the growl that erupted from deep within his chest vibrated through her, electrifying already taut nerves to an unheard of level of desire. He pulled her into his embrace, twisting until he was flat on his back and she lay panting, sprawled on top. Libby stilled then, and slowly brought her legs up until she was straddling his hardness.

Her hands held fast to his chest, pushing her body up and away from the lips that so tantalized her. She watched him through half-lidded eyes, as his own eyes scanned her body, settling hotly on her generous breasts. The T-shirt Ana had given her wrapped itself tightly against the gently rounded globes, accentuating the boldly erect nipples that stood out in sharp relief, begging for his touch.

When his hands reached underneath her T-shirt to caress her belly, Libby hissed in a torturous sigh, ignoring the ache in her side as she lifted her arms straight up, willing him to pull the shirt from her.

His hands were rough, the fingertips callused as he trailed them over her ribs, pausing a moment at the wince of pain as he crossed over her injured bones. Up, his hands traveled. Gently tugging the ends of her T-shirt, he used a bit of extra effort to drag the material over her breasts, and she groaned as he licked his lips in anticipation.

When the soft mounds popped free from their constraints, Jaxon immediately claimed one turgid nipple deep into his hot, wet mouth, while his other hand ripped the T-shirt up and over her head, sending it sailing to the floor in a heap.

Libby’s arms wrapped around Jaxon, encouraging his exploration, needing to feel him in the most basic way a woman could want a man. His mouth blazed a wicked path of heat along her flesh. Deep spirals of desire formed inside her belly as his tongue continued to assault her flesh. The need became intense, and it seemed every cell in her body was starved for his touch.

She was on fire and a rush of blood roared in her ears as he continued to feed upon her flesh.

Each gentle and not so gentle tug to her nipple elicited a wild response that pounded through her body, sending spasms of pleasure that settled into the deep, pulsating core between her legs. The ache was becoming unbearable, and her body began to cream in anticipation.

Wanting what was next. Needing to feel Jaxon’s hardness, deep inside, assuaging the ache that only increased as his mouth washed over her body.

She felt his muscles bunch beneath her hands as she ran them over his powerful shoulders and down his back. His mouth began to trail its wicked path away from her breasts, and she arched back, giving him ample room as he explored the valley between them, his tongue lapping at the underside of each heavy breast.

She felt his hard cock between her legs and ground her soft center against it, smiling as he growled and tensed, enjoying the power her body had over his.

“It’s been so long.” The words fell unbidden from her lips, but Libby paid no mind, moaning loudly as her needs became overwhelming.

Jaxon’s hands fell to her hips and held her still even as she tried to move against him. Her eyes flew open and she looked down at him, feeling a sense of abandonment as his own eyes blackened, the whites disappearing, the growl that fell from his lips not wholly human.

Something burned there, something dangerous, and it licked at the flames of her desire until she was nothing but a whimpering mess of flesh and bone.

“I need you.”

Her soft words echoed in the still and quiet. They lay heavy between them, and inside Libby felt a wash of sadness run through her.

“I need you to help me remember.”

Jaxon trembled at Libby’s words and closed his eyes against her beauty, needing to regain some semblance of control. He was letting go too fast, and the beast was raging, wanting out with a brutal intensity that made coherent thought impossible.

Her scent was everywhere, scattered over his flesh and invading the cells of his body. Savagely he pulled her to him, knowing that he had crossed the line. Hell, he had jumped over it the night before. He didn’t care.

The jaguar would be denied no longer.

Once more he claimed the lips that had driven him mad with revenge for three long years. He parted their softness with his tongue, loving the taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her. Her body moved frantically against his, and he roared inside, welcoming the aggressive passion that wracked her limbs.

He continued to delve deeper into her mouth, sucking, licking, tugging until Libby’s moans became a continuous chorus of need. His hands found her breasts and they filled his palms. He reveled in the feminine flesh, once again rewarded with a loud groan as his thumbs worked the hard peaks, the callused pads rubbing the sensitive nipples roughly and eliciting trembles each time he claimed them.

The fire that licked at his body began to pulse, and Jaxon tensed, fighting the urge to dominate, wanting the exquisite sensations to last as long as possible.

Libby was right. It had been way too fucking long.

Abruptly, he pushed her back, pulling himself up, needing to see every delicious inch of her body. Libby’s eyes darkened as his intent became clear, and soft mewing sounds fell from her parted lips as she spread her legs in anticipation.

Her fragrant arousal flooded the air, the heady musk thick and tangible, so incredibly sweet that he could almost taste it.

His eyes drank in her beauty, from the delicate features of her face, to the heaving breasts, down the creamy expanse of skin, until they settled onto the small scrap of fabric that clung to the prize he sought above all others.

He grinned wickedly up at her and his tongue once more lapped hungrily at the dusky pink nipples that lay before him. They begged and taunted him with their ripeness, an appetizer before the main course.

One that was meant to be enjoyed and savored. He suckled, nipped, and teased each hard bud as his hands moved possessively down her body. He felt a hard tug in his groin at Libby’s hiss of pleasure as he spread liquid heat along her breasts. He continued down past her heaving chest, worshiping her rib cage and soft belly as he headed straight toward the honey spot.

His fingers hooked into the top of her panties and he ripped them from her flesh, his hands and mouth seeking the warmth that was no longer hidden. He felt her body contort, arching away and into him at the same time, and he growled loudly as her fingers found his head, the nails digging into his scalp, urging him on as she opened herself even more for him.