Mine to Take by Dara Joy

physical. Perhaps it was because of what they had shared in the cell where he was held captive?
    Absently, she stroked his nape as he purred roughly against her.
    By now she knew his scent.
    It covered her, exciting her. She also knew what that alluring scent promised.
    When her hand grazed the krilli-textured strands of his burnished golden hair, Jenise realized that rumors about the exquisite feel of Familiar hair were also true. She had never felt anything like it… Stroking it was addictive.
    At her petting touch, Gian encouraged her by murmuring huskily.
    She smiled faintly, pressing her lips against his smooth brow. He liked her touching his hair, she discovered, surprised.
    If she only knew what else he liked.
    His tongue traced a meandering route down the valley of her chest; its languid flicking relaxing her yet stimulating her at the same time. When he reached her navel, he circled the perimeter of the small indentation, then teasingly poked at it with the tip of his tongue.
    In a very unsovereignlike action, she giggled at the ticklish sensation.
    Gian chuckled at her innocent response, wondering if she was aware that the area was alive with nerve endings perfect for certain stimulation. Friction being the first that came to his mind.
    She would be feeling that particular stimulation very soon now.
    He grinned to himself as he expertly plied his sensual arts upon her.
    Nudging the draping material of her gown lower with his nose, he subtly bit the rounded curve of her lower belly. It was one of several special Familiar bites that he would be introducing her to. This one was an airy graze using a gentle combination of teeth and pressure. Named the Kitten’s Kiss, the bite was designed to entice but not devastate.
    Gian was not aiming for devastation.
    Yet.
    As far as he was concerned, this was her first real experience with lovemaking. He had no intention of overwhelming her with his Familiar appetite.
    Unless she asked him to.
    Then he would be most happy to oblige her.
    Jenise shivered from the erotic sting. Once again, she began to have doubts about the wisdom of engaging a Familiar in such activities. His tastes seemed far too sophisticated for her. Her touch became noticeably hesitant upon him.
    Guardian of the Mist did not give her time to become any more hesitant.
    Moving up on her once again, he covered her mouth in a fiery possession, driving every concern out of her head. As he lingered upon her, kissing her senseless, his hand surreptitiously went to the lacings on his breeches. Familiar dexterity being what it was, he unlaced the tracas in no time at all.
    Then he purposely sent her a very heated thought.
    {I want to be inside you, Jenise. Like I was before…only this time, I want to show you what it is supposed to be…} He rubbed his shaft against the delicate folds of her femininity.
    As he’d expected, she was very wet. He had taken great care that she would be.
    Jenise moaned at the thick surge between her legs. The Familiar slid back and forth along her nether lips, his mouth coaxing, his body pressing her down as he spoke in her mind, erotic messages, asking her to let him in.
    {Do you know what you felt like to me…?} His tongue stroked hers. She cried out against him, caught in his spell.
    {You are sweet fire and spicy cream, taja… I have never felt anything like it… } He rotated his hips against her,the broad head of his shaft pressing heavily against her dewy moisture.
    A whimpering sound of desire came from her.
    It was good, but Gian wanted her more than ready for him. He held off even as she opened her thighs for him. His arms encircled her, one hand sliding up under her hairline at the nape of her neck. The other hand reached down to cup her bottom, bringing her tightly to him.
    He twitched against her.
    Jenise thrashed in the intimate embrace, wanting him now with an intensity she never knew existed between a man and a woman. She whimpered against his lips, begging him in guttural