mywolfprotector by Unknown

boldly with his dark eyes, allowing her to look her fill. His facial features were chiseled, with well-defined lips and a strong jaw. Marrok went far beyond handsome. He was savage with features that were bold and striking.
    His long, silky, black hair hung free. It was freshly washed and dried, ending halfway down his back. Taylor clenched her hands into fists, fighting the temptation to twine her fingers within the strands. The dark, coal-black sheen of his hair framed his deeply tanned, golden-hued skin to
    perfection.
    Her eyes swung down his body slowly. He was tall, standing at least six and a half feet on his bare feet, with large shoulders and strong thighs. His muscles were exceptionally large, his abdomen toned and tight. Her body reacted instinctively, the area between her legs moistening in need.
    She wasn't alone in her desire. Her gaze settled on the front of his towel, her eyelids lowering in an unconscious show of sensuality. The towel tented away from his body... Far, far away. Taylor swallowed hard, struggling to find something to say. Words failed her. She didn't want to talk. Instead, she wanted to rip the towel off of his masculine body, and experience what he had to offer on top of that decadent piece of male flesh.
    “Find something you like?” Marrok asked softly, his eyes locked to her face as if he wanted to devour her. He reminded her of a picture she'd once seen of a very hungry animal... And Heaven help her, she was the meal he was eyeballing.
    Taylor knew Marrok could see and smell her reaction to his body, in fact, the knowledge
    secretly tantalized her. Her eyes met his, lust sizzling within their ocean-blue depths. In one simple word, she replied, “Yes.”
    Her pale cheeks were tinged with pink, but she refused to look away. He moved up to her
    slowly, his masculine scent enveloping her. “I'll be damned if I can resist the temptation of touching your soft skin a moment longer,” he muttered, pulling her against him.
    Her hardened nipples prodded gently as his chest, separated only by the thin material of her
    shirt. Tilting her head back, she stared into his face. His lips were only inches away, his hardness pressed in between them. Nothing else mattered but this moment. “Kiss me, Marrok.”
    He inhaled deeply, his eyes flickering red. Before she could question it he kissed her, and her entire world came to a crashing halt. For the first time in years, she simply felt.
    His mouth was minty, his tongue bold as it delved at the tight seam of her lips. He didn't have to wait for an invitation for long. Her hands moved up to the back of his head, pulling him down closer, as her lips submitted to his bold movements. Taylor was wild with need, her body on fire. She moaned, the sound loud in the silence of the bathroom.
    “My little wildcat,” he muttered against her lips as his hands slid down to cup her ass. “It's so hot between us we're both going to go up in flames.” He picked her up. “Wrap your legs around my hips. I need to feel that hot puss up against me.”
    She quickly obeyed him, wanting and needing to feel his hot frame against her sensitive flesh.
    He growled at the contact, his expression tight as his eyes flashed down at her. “My control is limited when it comes to you. It's not held by anything more than a frayed thread. A very frayed thread. I'm fighting to keep from ripping those cute little shorts off and plugging this hard cock in you, right here, right now. I want to make this last, though. I've waited a long time for this moment, Taylor.”
    Taylor buried her face into the side of his neck before inhaling deeply. His delicious scent
    washed over her, and she couldn't resist a taste. She nipped at him gently before tasting his smooth, salty skin. He groaned, his chest rumbling against her body.
    He carried her down the hallway and into the bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, he pulled
    off his towel and groaned again at the hungry look in her eyes. Taylor