Page 91 of Legacy

I stared up at him. “I know. I know you do.”

“I need tounleash.”

I sucked in a breath. “I’m right here. Let go.”

He was all tension, all storm.

But he wasn’t actually unraveling anymore.

He was claiming comfort in the only way he knew how. And I was right here to help him take what he needed.

His smoldering gaze raked over me and he lifted his right hand and tugged at my wrap top.

But then he pulled back, his fingers just hovering there, hesitation, or more like him fighting himself, as he warned in a gravelly voice, “I’m not in control.”

“It’s not the first time I’ve experienced you like that.”

“This is different. In Meforian Forest that night, I still had more than this at the start. Much more.”

I reached up and slid my hands into his silky long hair. “Take what you need. Can’t you scent it? Feel it? Iwantyou to.”

He needed me to see the beast in him.

And I did. Of course I did.

I just didn’t fear it.

That side of him called to me, just like all the rest.

A guttural sound broke from him—somewhere between a growl and a sob—and then his mouth was on mine, savage and claiming.

There was no slow build, no hesitation. Just teeth and breath and desperate need, like he had to consume me to remember who he was.

His fingers tore at the wrap top he’d only moments ago hesitated over, and I let him.

I let him strip me bare.

He dove down and destroyed my bra with his teeth.

Holy hell.

His mouth was all over my bare breasts then, licking, sucking, lashing and biting at my nipples until strained cries were spilling from my lips, need building so quickly, so fucking intensely.

I threw out my hand and fisted it in his white tee that stretched in that sexy way over his broad chest and all that delectable powerhouse muscle. With a rough tug of my strength, I had it stripped from his body in my desperation to feel him skin-to-skin.

Then I was jerking him down to me with another aggressive flare of my angelic strength to overwhelm his dragon might, and then our mouths were clashing.

It was brutal and merciless, the kiss wild and completely untamed, lips smacking, tongues swirling and teeth even gnashing.

I tunneled my fingers in his hair, fisting and pulling.

Groans from him evolved to throaty growls as I grasped his ass through his leather pants, moving his mammoth, muscular body that was dwarfing me as he caged me in, grinding him against my pussy, rough, hard, with a whole lot of urgency.

“Goddess,” he rasped.

I wanted him to let go, to feed me this raw pain and struggle that was breaking him into pieces. I could feel it calling to me.

I could feelhimcalling to me.

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