Excerpt from THE HUNT
“Open up,” he demanded, inhaling her scent, drawing her taste deep inside him as she gasped in reaction. Her lips parted, let him invade her hot sweetness and he was lost, his Cat purring with a sensual recognition he’d never found before. His femi wanted him, even if she wouldn’t admit it.
He could live with that.
Later, later he could teach her to revel in his dominance. Hear the whispered pleas she’d give him for her own sensual satisfaction. In time, she’d give him that. Right now, he wanted just one word.
“Give me your name.”