tenderness went through her an instant before she claimed his lips again.
Marguerite stripped his clothes from him feverishly, wanting to see all of him. Wanting
to feel him deep inside her. She'd never wanted anything more desperately.
She had to have him. It was like a madness that she'd never felt before.
They didn't even make it to her bedroom. Instead, they sank to the floor where they
were.
Marguerite hissed as Wren unbuttoned her shirt, then nuzzled her small breast with his
entire face. Always self-conscious in the past about her cup size, she felt none of that now.
How could she when he seemed to savor her body so much? He rubbed himself against
her breast from chin to brow several times before he gave her one long, wicked lick to her
swollen nipple.
She shivered. "What are you doing?"
He hovered just over her other breast as he blew one teasing, hot breath over the taut
peak. His blue eyes bored into hers. "I want your scent all over me. I want to smell your
skin until I'm drunk with it."
She moaned as he repeated those actions on her right breast while her body throbbed
with needful hunger. How strange to be so at ease with her body… with his touch. She
wasn't nervous or hesitant in the least. All she wanted was Wren.
His tongue was rough against her skin, and every lick made her stomach flutter in
response. He removed her blouse and skirt entirely. And when he pulled her panties off
with his teeth, she almost came from the sheer pleasure of it.
He took his time with her. Slowly, methodically, he nibbled every inch of her skin from
her foot to her thigh. It was as if he'd never tasted a woman before. As if he wanted to
claim every little molecule of her body.
And he was doing a damned good job of it. That man could lick like nobody's
business.
Wren paused to look at her. He nudged her thighs farther apart so that he could brush
his fingers over her wet cleft and stare in wonderment of her body. It was so very different
from his own. Soft and inviting.
So this was what it was like to touch a woman...
He ground his teeth as he brushed his hand over her mons. Not even his dreams could
compare to the reality. His hunger overwhelming him, he sank two fingers inside her and
watched as she shuddered in response.
She was more than ready for him.
But he didn't want to take her like a human male. He wanted to claim her like the animal
that he was. Tigers played with their mates...
Marguerite whimpered as Wren withdrew from her. "What are you doing?" she asked
as he picked her up.
"I'm making love to you, Maggie," he breathed in her ear as he pulled her back to his
front.
Marguerite wasn't sure what he was doing as he lay back on the floor with her on top of
him. It was so strange to be lying fully against his naked body like this. She could feel his
chest against her shoulders. His thighs behind her buttocks as he hooked his ankles with
hers and spread her legs wide.
"Wren…" Her words ended in a small cry as he entered her from behind. She hissed at
the width and depth of him finally inside her. He was a large man who filled her completely.
She leaned her head back against his shoulder as he began to slowly thrust himself
deeper into her body. She'd never felt more exposed in her life. And yet it was wildly
erotic.
He cupped her breasts as he continued to thrust himself into her over and over again
with a feverish rhythm that tore her apart with pleasure.
He took her hand into his, then led it down to her spread thighs so that she could feel
them joined.
"Touch me, Maggie," he growled. "I want you to feel me take you."
How could she not? He was so hard and thick inside her. So powerful.
He left her hand on him and moved his up so that he could stroke her in time to his
thrusts.
Marguerite's head spun as pleasure pounded through her. This was the most incredible
moment of her life. It didn't feel like just a physical act, she felt connected somehow
Marguerite stripped his clothes from him feverishly, wanting to see all of him. Wanting
to feel him deep inside her. She'd never wanted anything more desperately.
She had to have him. It was like a madness that she'd never felt before.
They didn't even make it to her bedroom. Instead, they sank to the floor where they
were.
Marguerite hissed as Wren unbuttoned her shirt, then nuzzled her small breast with his
entire face. Always self-conscious in the past about her cup size, she felt none of that now.
How could she when he seemed to savor her body so much? He rubbed himself against
her breast from chin to brow several times before he gave her one long, wicked lick to her
swollen nipple.
She shivered. "What are you doing?"
He hovered just over her other breast as he blew one teasing, hot breath over the taut
peak. His blue eyes bored into hers. "I want your scent all over me. I want to smell your
skin until I'm drunk with it."
She moaned as he repeated those actions on her right breast while her body throbbed
with needful hunger. How strange to be so at ease with her body… with his touch. She
wasn't nervous or hesitant in the least. All she wanted was Wren.
His tongue was rough against her skin, and every lick made her stomach flutter in
response. He removed her blouse and skirt entirely. And when he pulled her panties off
with his teeth, she almost came from the sheer pleasure of it.
He took his time with her. Slowly, methodically, he nibbled every inch of her skin from
her foot to her thigh. It was as if he'd never tasted a woman before. As if he wanted to
claim every little molecule of her body.
And he was doing a damned good job of it. That man could lick like nobody's
business.
Wren paused to look at her. He nudged her thighs farther apart so that he could brush
his fingers over her wet cleft and stare in wonderment of her body. It was so very different
from his own. Soft and inviting.
So this was what it was like to touch a woman...
He ground his teeth as he brushed his hand over her mons. Not even his dreams could
compare to the reality. His hunger overwhelming him, he sank two fingers inside her and
watched as she shuddered in response.
She was more than ready for him.
But he didn't want to take her like a human male. He wanted to claim her like the animal
that he was. Tigers played with their mates...
Marguerite whimpered as Wren withdrew from her. "What are you doing?" she asked
as he picked her up.
"I'm making love to you, Maggie," he breathed in her ear as he pulled her back to his
front.
Marguerite wasn't sure what he was doing as he lay back on the floor with her on top of
him. It was so strange to be lying fully against his naked body like this. She could feel his
chest against her shoulders. His thighs behind her buttocks as he hooked his ankles with
hers and spread her legs wide.
"Wren…" Her words ended in a small cry as he entered her from behind. She hissed at
the width and depth of him finally inside her. He was a large man who filled her completely.
She leaned her head back against his shoulder as he began to slowly thrust himself
deeper into her body. She'd never felt more exposed in her life. And yet it was wildly
erotic.
He cupped her breasts as he continued to thrust himself into her over and over again
with a feverish rhythm that tore her apart with pleasure.
He took her hand into his, then led it down to her spread thighs so that she could feel
them joined.
"Touch me, Maggie," he growled. "I want you to feel me take you."
How could she not? He was so hard and thick inside her. So powerful.
He left her hand on him and moved his up so that he could stroke her in time to his
thrusts.
Marguerite's head spun as pleasure pounded through her. This was the most incredible
moment of her life. It didn't feel like just a physical act, she felt connected somehow
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