white panties.
Harley shivered, the golden gaze a near tangible force as it lingered on her oddly heavy breasts.
“You know what I mean.”
“Actually, I don’t have a clue.”
“You’re using some sort of power to…”
He shifted, settling between her legs that had instinctively widened. Lowering his head, the raven hair brushed against the puckered tips of her nipples.
“To what?”
“To seduce me.”
His tongue flicked over her nipple, the rough stroke wrenching a moan from her throat.
“Power?”
She dug her nails into the smooth skin of his lower back. “Don’t laugh at me.”
He continued to tease her nipple, his hardening erection pressing with flawless precision against her feminine core. Oh…God. It felt good. Insanely good.
“Laughing is not what I want to be doing with you,” he said, kissing a path between her breasts.
“Giuliani.”
With a low groan, Salvatore surged upward to claim her lips in an openmouthed kiss that was hard with unrestrained hunger. Need blazed through her like wildfire, searing away any hope of resistance.
“I don’t know what power you’re talking about, cara, unless it’s the potent appeal of my manly charm,” he husked against her lips. “Which I’ve been told is irresistible.”
Her hips arched upward in blatant invitation. “I don’t believe you.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t want you. I don’t even know you.”
He chuckled, scorching a path of kisses down her throat. “We have all of eternity to become better acquainted.”
She retained enough sense to shy from his possessive tone. The only thing in her life she was certain of was the fact she was tired of being manipulated by others.
From now on, she intended to be in charge of her own life.
“Not likely,” she warned, scraping her nails up his back. She reveled in his violent shudder of pleasure. “And if you think this means I’m ever becoming your stupid queen, then you can just think again.”
“ Cristo, Harley,” he breathed. “Can’t I even kiss you without you arguing?”
“I just don’t want you thinking…”
His hands skimmed over her body, his mouth planting restless kisses between her breasts and down the quivering plane of her stomach.
“I’m not thinking, cara, ” he rasped. “And that is supposed to be the point. Let yourself go.”
Harley nearly came off the bed when his tongue dipped into her belly button, a shocking bolt of pleasure aiming straight between her legs.
Lord. Salvatore’s lovemaking was as intense and ruthless as his personality.
She felt like she was being battered with sensations. The relentless exploration of his hands, the thrilling expertise of his lips, the hard thrust of his erection.
It was like being tossed into the middle of a maelstrom with no idea of how she got there.
“You mean you want me to give myself to you?” she managed to demand.
He lifted his head to regard her with open amusement. “How delightfully Victorian. If you prefer, I can give myself to you.”
“Good.” Way past the point of no return, Harley decided the only thing left was to take charge of the situation. Running her hands up the curve of his back, she plunged her fingers into his hair, and with one smooth motion she was flipping Salvatore onto his back and straddling his waist. She smiled smugly as she gazed down at his startled expression. “Then you won’t mind if I’m on top.”
Hell, no, Salvatore didn’t mind.
What werewolf didn’t like a woman who knew what she wanted—and was daring enough to take it?
Especially if that taking included his body, which was primed and ready to please this female.
Of course, he would prefer if she wasn’t glaring down at him as if she was debating between kissing him senseless or breaking his jaw.
Spread across the lumpy mattress, Salvatore allowed his hands to skim up her bare thighs, his gaze drinking in the sight of her delicate face framed by the fall of golden hair, the shimmering
Harley shivered, the golden gaze a near tangible force as it lingered on her oddly heavy breasts.
“You know what I mean.”
“Actually, I don’t have a clue.”
“You’re using some sort of power to…”
He shifted, settling between her legs that had instinctively widened. Lowering his head, the raven hair brushed against the puckered tips of her nipples.
“To what?”
“To seduce me.”
His tongue flicked over her nipple, the rough stroke wrenching a moan from her throat.
“Power?”
She dug her nails into the smooth skin of his lower back. “Don’t laugh at me.”
He continued to tease her nipple, his hardening erection pressing with flawless precision against her feminine core. Oh…God. It felt good. Insanely good.
“Laughing is not what I want to be doing with you,” he said, kissing a path between her breasts.
“Giuliani.”
With a low groan, Salvatore surged upward to claim her lips in an openmouthed kiss that was hard with unrestrained hunger. Need blazed through her like wildfire, searing away any hope of resistance.
“I don’t know what power you’re talking about, cara, unless it’s the potent appeal of my manly charm,” he husked against her lips. “Which I’ve been told is irresistible.”
Her hips arched upward in blatant invitation. “I don’t believe you.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t want you. I don’t even know you.”
He chuckled, scorching a path of kisses down her throat. “We have all of eternity to become better acquainted.”
She retained enough sense to shy from his possessive tone. The only thing in her life she was certain of was the fact she was tired of being manipulated by others.
From now on, she intended to be in charge of her own life.
“Not likely,” she warned, scraping her nails up his back. She reveled in his violent shudder of pleasure. “And if you think this means I’m ever becoming your stupid queen, then you can just think again.”
“ Cristo, Harley,” he breathed. “Can’t I even kiss you without you arguing?”
“I just don’t want you thinking…”
His hands skimmed over her body, his mouth planting restless kisses between her breasts and down the quivering plane of her stomach.
“I’m not thinking, cara, ” he rasped. “And that is supposed to be the point. Let yourself go.”
Harley nearly came off the bed when his tongue dipped into her belly button, a shocking bolt of pleasure aiming straight between her legs.
Lord. Salvatore’s lovemaking was as intense and ruthless as his personality.
She felt like she was being battered with sensations. The relentless exploration of his hands, the thrilling expertise of his lips, the hard thrust of his erection.
It was like being tossed into the middle of a maelstrom with no idea of how she got there.
“You mean you want me to give myself to you?” she managed to demand.
He lifted his head to regard her with open amusement. “How delightfully Victorian. If you prefer, I can give myself to you.”
“Good.” Way past the point of no return, Harley decided the only thing left was to take charge of the situation. Running her hands up the curve of his back, she plunged her fingers into his hair, and with one smooth motion she was flipping Salvatore onto his back and straddling his waist. She smiled smugly as she gazed down at his startled expression. “Then you won’t mind if I’m on top.”
Hell, no, Salvatore didn’t mind.
What werewolf didn’t like a woman who knew what she wanted—and was daring enough to take it?
Especially if that taking included his body, which was primed and ready to please this female.
Of course, he would prefer if she wasn’t glaring down at him as if she was debating between kissing him senseless or breaking his jaw.
Spread across the lumpy mattress, Salvatore allowed his hands to skim up her bare thighs, his gaze drinking in the sight of her delicate face framed by the fall of golden hair, the shimmering
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