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CHAPTER 1. PLEASURE IN EXTREME.

Ismena went to his head faster than the finest wine in Naturiah. When that towel dropped from her body and he caught the glance of the perfection the damn robe hid all along, he'd acted on pure instincts.

Now, with her back against the wall and his arms holding her caged in his arms, he gave in to the persistent hunger that has become as deep as a dark craving.

The kiss was wild and hard. His lips came down on hers in a kiss that sizzled Ismena from head to toe. Her hands clenched his shoulders as she fought to keep her senses from reeling, but there was no escaping the firestorm he ignited inside her.

"Why did you do that?" The deep growl was spoken into her mouth.

"I need you." She breathed.

"Are you sure you can handle me, Ismena Cranes?" He gave her no chance to answer too, instead, his lips covered hers again.

Her hunger escalated. She's becoming very addicted to his brain-frying kisses. Her heart was thudding hard on her chest but there's no way she is dwelling on it.

His big hands framed her face, pushing into her hair, holding her still as his tongue invaded her mouth with decadent hunger. It swirled around her own, tempting her, teasing her as it stroked in and out, mimicking a much more earthy, sexual act.

She arched in his arms, helpless now, gorging herself on the pleasure his lips and tongue bestowed as he dominated the kiss. His head tilted, his lips slanting against hers as he groaned deeply into her mouth and one hand moved to cup the fullness of her breast.

Finding the puckered bud, his thumb and forefinger circled it until it hardened more. He pressed and pulled repeatedly until she was moaning breathily with each tug.

When he broke the kiss, Ismena's eyes opened slightly. Amber eyes met hers. And a face wearing a savage expression of raw lust.

"If I tell you to stop..." He squeezed her breast.

"...I'll stop." She moaned.

"If I tell you to freeze..."

"...I'll s-stop breathing."

A pause, "If I say 'Don't do it'...?"

"...I'll stop w-whatever I'm doing at that moment." She supplied, arching into his arms.

"You, Ismena, are very brave." Admiration filled his tone. The mountain lion is being too quiet, but Wolfaraine was fighting to keep the wolf in control. The scent of her fear and arousal—arousal, especially—was messing with his head.

He kissed her again, this time even harder than the last time.

Heavens, the way his tongue whirls on hers and his lips sucked on hers, he stole her breath away. She gasped when he picked her up from the floor like she weighed absolutely nothing.

The next thing she felt was her back touching the bed, but instead of coming down on top of her, he pulled away from her. His eyes holding hers, he removed the night garment he had on.

She took in his heavy biceps, toned skin, muscled shoulders like a bodybuilder, and six clear packs of abs...almost eight. Her eyes glazed over with admiration, her desire skyrocketing.

Damn, she has never seen a more attractive masculine body, not even in television or magazines. And so damn huge, he stood like a dominating avenging angel; his silver-gold long hair glowing, giving him a more powerful and dangerous look.

She swallowed nervously, pressing her legs together.

For the first time since this night started, Ismena noticed the difference in their size; she's barely five foot six, and he? He looks six foot four, if not more. He towered over her in everything and everywhere.

"Relax, Ena."

The way he rolled off 'Ena' from that sexy mouth sounded like sex itself, and like her body had been hypnotized, she found herself relaxing.

Stretched out naked on his bed, her blonde curly mass wild around her head, Wolfaraine has never seen a better sight. Leaving his pants on, he covered the distance between them. Every instinct he had on was pushing him to spread her legs apart and bury himself deep inside her weeping pussy.

And, it was weeping, dripping. Her scent is intoxicating.