Samantha plopped down on the leather sofa, rubbing her hands. She glanced at Grayson, rummaging in the cabinets. Soon the delicious smells of soup filled the air.
They ate at the kitchen table with full view of the valley. The rice and tomato soup was canned, but delicious and hot. He’d made ham-and-cheese sandwiches, too, and served them with hot chocolate.
She finished her last bite and pushed back the bowl. Strength slowly seeped back into her limbs, warmed her insides. But Grayson was flushed and ate little.
“You don’t look well.” Samantha went to him, put a hand on his brow. It was cool as the outside air.
“I’m fine,” he snapped.
“You keep looking flushed, and then pale. Maybe my demon powers are too much for you.”
He grunted and pushed back from the table. “I can handle them.”
“Being a demon isn’t easy,” she insisted, following him as he went down a long hallway. “Only a high-spirited person, who isn’t inclined to crankiness and being uptight, can manage the powers. Bottling it up inside isn’t the answer. Let loose.”
At a bedroom doorway, he turned. “Are you saying I’m uptight?”
“Take a deep breath once in a while. Maybe a vacation in the Azores. Let your hair down. The demon would like that. He’s never been to the beach. Be spontaneous.”
Grayson took a step forward, his eyes a little wild, his expression intent. “You like spontaneity, don’t you? It drives you, makes your heart beat, your breath catch.”
Samantha couldn’t move as he leaned forward, removed the clasp holding her hair pinned back. It spilled in a waterfall around her shoulders. He came so close she could count the stubble on his jaw, yet he’d shaved this morning. She’d heard the scrape of the razor over taut skin, seen the peppery stubble in the sink before he’d washed it away.
Dipping his head, he nuzzled her neck, his breath warm against her chilled skin. Breathing in her scent like an animal. Grayson’s fingers gripped her shoulders as he met her eyes, his expression wild. He seized her chin in his hand, his mouth hovering near hers.
“Maybe I should start being spontaneous right now. Starting in the bedroom.”
Was it a full moon? He acted as if his wolf had seized control.
A river rock fireplace faced the king-sized pine bed. Another bank of tall windows overlooked the serene valley. The view was lovely, but she was too caught up in the Ancient standing before her. Grayson pulled her into his arms. His kiss was rough, passionate. He tasted of soup and his own unique spice, and something darker, sinful. As his tongue plunged into her mouth, she wondered if her demon had taken over.
He gave her no time to think further as he fisted his hand in her hair, and deepened the kiss. Grayson stroked his tongue deeper, nipped at her lips. She teased and sucked, relishing the hot passion.
“You’re an animal,” she murmured.
“Naturally. With you my wild side comes out. Take off your clothes and lay down on the bed.” His deep velvet voice was a lick of fire between her legs.
She did as he asked, watching as he undressed. Naked, he moved around the bed to the dresser.
“I once entertained certain women here.”
“Lady friends?”
“Not friends and not ladies.” Grayson opened a drawer and removed a smooth gleaming phallus the size of his thumb. Samantha’s eyes widened.
“What…”
A wicked gleam sparkled in his gray eyes. The taut edges of his profile showed as he turned and removed a tube of lubricant. Smearing on the gel, he sank down on the bed.
“Roll over,” he instructed.
The authoritative tone brooked no discussion. Intrigued, she rolled over, felt his warm, rough hands part her cheeks. A furious flush ignited her face.
“Grayson…”
“Hush. Just relax. You’ll learn to enjoy it.”
Slick fingers caressed her bottom, stroked between the twin halves. He rubbed the puckered opening with a liberal application of lubricant.
The carnality of what he
They ate at the kitchen table with full view of the valley. The rice and tomato soup was canned, but delicious and hot. He’d made ham-and-cheese sandwiches, too, and served them with hot chocolate.
She finished her last bite and pushed back the bowl. Strength slowly seeped back into her limbs, warmed her insides. But Grayson was flushed and ate little.
“You don’t look well.” Samantha went to him, put a hand on his brow. It was cool as the outside air.
“I’m fine,” he snapped.
“You keep looking flushed, and then pale. Maybe my demon powers are too much for you.”
He grunted and pushed back from the table. “I can handle them.”
“Being a demon isn’t easy,” she insisted, following him as he went down a long hallway. “Only a high-spirited person, who isn’t inclined to crankiness and being uptight, can manage the powers. Bottling it up inside isn’t the answer. Let loose.”
At a bedroom doorway, he turned. “Are you saying I’m uptight?”
“Take a deep breath once in a while. Maybe a vacation in the Azores. Let your hair down. The demon would like that. He’s never been to the beach. Be spontaneous.”
Grayson took a step forward, his eyes a little wild, his expression intent. “You like spontaneity, don’t you? It drives you, makes your heart beat, your breath catch.”
Samantha couldn’t move as he leaned forward, removed the clasp holding her hair pinned back. It spilled in a waterfall around her shoulders. He came so close she could count the stubble on his jaw, yet he’d shaved this morning. She’d heard the scrape of the razor over taut skin, seen the peppery stubble in the sink before he’d washed it away.
Dipping his head, he nuzzled her neck, his breath warm against her chilled skin. Breathing in her scent like an animal. Grayson’s fingers gripped her shoulders as he met her eyes, his expression wild. He seized her chin in his hand, his mouth hovering near hers.
“Maybe I should start being spontaneous right now. Starting in the bedroom.”
Was it a full moon? He acted as if his wolf had seized control.
A river rock fireplace faced the king-sized pine bed. Another bank of tall windows overlooked the serene valley. The view was lovely, but she was too caught up in the Ancient standing before her. Grayson pulled her into his arms. His kiss was rough, passionate. He tasted of soup and his own unique spice, and something darker, sinful. As his tongue plunged into her mouth, she wondered if her demon had taken over.
He gave her no time to think further as he fisted his hand in her hair, and deepened the kiss. Grayson stroked his tongue deeper, nipped at her lips. She teased and sucked, relishing the hot passion.
“You’re an animal,” she murmured.
“Naturally. With you my wild side comes out. Take off your clothes and lay down on the bed.” His deep velvet voice was a lick of fire between her legs.
She did as he asked, watching as he undressed. Naked, he moved around the bed to the dresser.
“I once entertained certain women here.”
“Lady friends?”
“Not friends and not ladies.” Grayson opened a drawer and removed a smooth gleaming phallus the size of his thumb. Samantha’s eyes widened.
“What…”
A wicked gleam sparkled in his gray eyes. The taut edges of his profile showed as he turned and removed a tube of lubricant. Smearing on the gel, he sank down on the bed.
“Roll over,” he instructed.
The authoritative tone brooked no discussion. Intrigued, she rolled over, felt his warm, rough hands part her cheeks. A furious flush ignited her face.
“Grayson…”
“Hush. Just relax. You’ll learn to enjoy it.”
Slick fingers caressed her bottom, stroked between the twin halves. He rubbed the puckered opening with a liberal application of lubricant.
The carnality of what he
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