problem. Fuck me,” she ordered. “Take my body, now.”
----
T yler grinned before his expression shifted to a serious one. Inside him, his lion let out a fierce growl; a possessive statement. She was his, this woman: she was his for good. He was marking her now, with his teeth, with his scent. And soon she would have all of him, just as he was taking all of her.
And it felt so good and so right, as he pulled out, his eyes taking in her shapely curves, her beautiful wetness spread over his hardness. This was as things were meant to be.
He pulled out completely before navigating back in and thrusting hard once again. He loved how vocal she was, as though she didn’t give a shit if anyone could hear them. She just wanted to be fucked; she was an animal, like him. And her pussy was sublime. Velvet, taking in his length and milking his shaft, tight and warm around him.
As he stared at her ass he felt his hips speed up, almost of their own volition, his body driving into hers forcefully as she encouraged him. His hands went to her hips, pulling her back as he pushed himself inside her, deep, his body slamming into her with conviction.
“I need you, sweetheart,” he said. “I need this.”
“Take it, take me,” she groaned. “Use me for every need that you have. I want it too.”
He slammed into her again and again, his pace frenetic. And then he felt his mind empty, his head spinning as he shot heat into her core, her pussy tightening around his cock, draining him of everything, his soul, his essence left inside her.
And even after he’d come, he fucked her slowly, not wanting to leave the pleasure of her body behind.
“You’re sweetness personified,” he said, easing in and out of her luscious body. “In every sense of the word. I could fucking eat you up.”
“So do it,” she replied.
“I will. I’ll eat you so many times that you beg me to give you a break. And then I’ll eat you some more.”
When he’d pulled out, she turned to him once again, making no move to grab her dress from the ground. Her body glowed light in the dark, a lovely sheen between her legs evidence of their combined arousal.
Tyler took in her eyes, shining in the dark. They were so beautiful, so feminine and sexy. They looked into him, searching for clues as to who and what he was, seeming to wonder if he was real.
He leaned in and kissed her once again, this time more tender than the last, his immediate need sated, if only slightly. “Please,” he said, his forehead leaning against hers for a moment. “Tell me that I can sleep with you tonight. Tell me I can do this to you again. That I can eat you some more. Please.”
“If you think there’s any way I’m letting you go home, you’re mad,” she said. “I’d tie you up and drag you into a cab if you made me. I may be a ferret shifter, but I’m strong.”
“Good. Get dressed and let’s go. I’m not leaving you anytime soon.” As the words came out, he wondered if he meant them.
Chapter Seven
I n the morning when Naomi awoke, her new lover was gone.
Only a note remained on the kitchen table:
Naomi—Thank you for last night and all that it entailed. I had to check in on the boss. Duty and all that. Will call later.
T.
In her gut, a nagging feeling began to churn.
The night had been fantastic. Tyler was everything that she’d wanted, and more: strong, sexy, gentle and firm all at once. After their tryst in the alley, she’d brought him home and they’d spent very little time sleeping; most of the night had consisted of his mouth on some part of her.
But now he’d left a terse note with absolutely no indication of interest in her. She wasn’t new to the rodeo and she’d seen this sort of behaviour before. In her experience, men had a nasty habit of running away after they’d gotten what they wanted. Maybe, after all, the gorgeous lion shifter was just like every other man. Maybe everything he’d said the night before had been bullshit; an
----
T yler grinned before his expression shifted to a serious one. Inside him, his lion let out a fierce growl; a possessive statement. She was his, this woman: she was his for good. He was marking her now, with his teeth, with his scent. And soon she would have all of him, just as he was taking all of her.
And it felt so good and so right, as he pulled out, his eyes taking in her shapely curves, her beautiful wetness spread over his hardness. This was as things were meant to be.
He pulled out completely before navigating back in and thrusting hard once again. He loved how vocal she was, as though she didn’t give a shit if anyone could hear them. She just wanted to be fucked; she was an animal, like him. And her pussy was sublime. Velvet, taking in his length and milking his shaft, tight and warm around him.
As he stared at her ass he felt his hips speed up, almost of their own volition, his body driving into hers forcefully as she encouraged him. His hands went to her hips, pulling her back as he pushed himself inside her, deep, his body slamming into her with conviction.
“I need you, sweetheart,” he said. “I need this.”
“Take it, take me,” she groaned. “Use me for every need that you have. I want it too.”
He slammed into her again and again, his pace frenetic. And then he felt his mind empty, his head spinning as he shot heat into her core, her pussy tightening around his cock, draining him of everything, his soul, his essence left inside her.
And even after he’d come, he fucked her slowly, not wanting to leave the pleasure of her body behind.
“You’re sweetness personified,” he said, easing in and out of her luscious body. “In every sense of the word. I could fucking eat you up.”
“So do it,” she replied.
“I will. I’ll eat you so many times that you beg me to give you a break. And then I’ll eat you some more.”
When he’d pulled out, she turned to him once again, making no move to grab her dress from the ground. Her body glowed light in the dark, a lovely sheen between her legs evidence of their combined arousal.
Tyler took in her eyes, shining in the dark. They were so beautiful, so feminine and sexy. They looked into him, searching for clues as to who and what he was, seeming to wonder if he was real.
He leaned in and kissed her once again, this time more tender than the last, his immediate need sated, if only slightly. “Please,” he said, his forehead leaning against hers for a moment. “Tell me that I can sleep with you tonight. Tell me I can do this to you again. That I can eat you some more. Please.”
“If you think there’s any way I’m letting you go home, you’re mad,” she said. “I’d tie you up and drag you into a cab if you made me. I may be a ferret shifter, but I’m strong.”
“Good. Get dressed and let’s go. I’m not leaving you anytime soon.” As the words came out, he wondered if he meant them.
Chapter Seven
I n the morning when Naomi awoke, her new lover was gone.
Only a note remained on the kitchen table:
Naomi—Thank you for last night and all that it entailed. I had to check in on the boss. Duty and all that. Will call later.
T.
In her gut, a nagging feeling began to churn.
The night had been fantastic. Tyler was everything that she’d wanted, and more: strong, sexy, gentle and firm all at once. After their tryst in the alley, she’d brought him home and they’d spent very little time sleeping; most of the night had consisted of his mouth on some part of her.
But now he’d left a terse note with absolutely no indication of interest in her. She wasn’t new to the rodeo and she’d seen this sort of behaviour before. In her experience, men had a nasty habit of running away after they’d gotten what they wanted. Maybe, after all, the gorgeous lion shifter was just like every other man. Maybe everything he’d said the night before had been bullshit; an
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