Page 52 of Kentucky Nights
I nod. “I’ve never had anyone touch them before.”
“Ever?”
“I couldn’t risk it.” I watch as she brings each claw of mine to her lips, kissing each one separately.
That’s when I realize there is no fear in the air. She’s not afraid of me.
“You’re beautiful, Kentucky. I know you won’t hurt me. Kiss me just like this. Kiss me as yourself. There’s no other I want like I want you.” She uses her touch again, caressing my face as if I’m a rare object she adores.
I melt.
Every muscle in my body, besides one, relaxes, and completely gives into her musings when it comes to me.
“I will not bite you, not yet, not until you understand everything. Not even if you beg for it.”
She yanks my head back by my hair. “Now, kiss me again before I go mad.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I purr, slamming my mouth onto hers.
It’s rude to keep a lady waiting.
Our teeth clank together, the kiss turning into an uncontrollable frenzy. My fingers dig into the voluptuous thickness of her ass, using her body to rock against my hard, leaking cock.
“Fuck,” I growl, ripping my mouth away from hers. I knee her thighs apart, gently wrapping a hand around the side of her neck while my thumb presses against her lips.
Kissing my way down her chest, I deviate, sucking a pebbled nipple into my mouth. I flick it with my tongue, toying with the sensitive bead with my teeth.
She keens, the sounds are music to my ears with every melody that I seem to pull from her. I keep her pinned against the window by her throat, adorning one breast before moving my way to the other.
I can’t leave any part of her flesh without my touch. I need my scent all over her. I need every male to know she belongs to me when she steps outside. There will be no question if she has a mate—even if we won’t be fully mated.
My tongue becomes needy, the tip scaling down her stomach, and my taste buds brighten from the taste of her. I fall to myknees when I can’t bend down further. She runs her fingers through my hair as I stare up at her from the floor.
Oh, I do like this position.
On my knees, worshipping my goddess. It doesn’t get more heavenly than that.
I tug my sweatpants from her, tossing them to the side, and my mouth waters when I reveal the trimmed reddish tuft of hair settled on her pussy.
“I need to taste you.” I lift her left leg onto my shoulder, kissing the small horseshoe tattoo on her ankle. I smirk, knowing she had no idea how fitting this tattoo would be when she got it.
“To bring me luck,” she manages to say through broken moans.
I place a kiss on her calf. “I think you’re about to get very lucky, Darlin’.” Every time my lips meet her skin, she inhales, her fingernails digging into my scalp as she tries to find some sort of control over her body.
My long claws dig into the sensitive flesh of her thighs, leaving pinpoint indentations. They are temporary marks, and they appease my need to claim.
For now.
Eventually, she will have a scarred mark on her neck. A scar that will hold my scent for all eternity.
I bury my face between her thighs, inhaling her scent until my lungs memorize her.
“Fuck,” I growl against her. “You smell delicious.”
“Kentucky.” The shy quality of my name falling from her lips has my cock flexing in my sweatpants.
I ease my tongue through her velvet lips, teasing her clit in circular motion.
