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‘You’re aware of your family and Syndicate rules you’re flouting?’

‘I’m well aware.’

‘I see you like a taste of the forbidden?’

‘Who doesn’t?’ she intoned, her voice husky with need.

‘Not sure you’re ready for my kind of savage loving.’

‘Try me.’

He tapped out his cheroot on the edge of the rail and set it aside.

His hands wrapped around her hips when she stepped close enough for the blanket to fall from her shoulders.

His eyes locked on hers.

His long, lean, fingered grip found her waist, and with a grunt, he pulled her onto his lap.

Their faces were close, their breath tangling, his cheroot smokiness enveloping her.

Savvine’s breath caught when he traced the neckline of her silk top with one calloused finger.

The material was so light that it scorched through the fabric when he trailed that finger down.

‘I need you to know that among us lycan shifters, pleasure is centered on a spectral fire that engulfs you.’

Savvine trembled as the skin under the heat of his touch bloomed, the hair on her arms on end as he tracked his fingers down her arms. ‘Every square inch of your skin hides one thousand nerves, each one that I can control and light up. Are you ready for that kind of inferno?’

His voice was rough, guttural.

Savvine nodded as he chuckled and dropped his chin so his breath puffed hot on her nape. Then he leaned in, kissed her soft neck, and suckled with a growl that sent heat shattering all over her. Then he tugged her skin with his teeth.

Her breath caught. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back to the side to give him better access.

A timbred rumble began in his chest, heating her in fiery trails, as he dragged his touch back up her arm, taking his time driving her wild.

She glanced down and swore she saw flashes of amethyst and gold energy, flashing from his fingertips, setting her alight.

‘No need to fret, mi reina . I will flame you in pleasure, but it’ll only bring you closer to ecstasy, not hurt you,’ he rasped.

His touch worked up her arms, shoulders, and traced the lines of her collarbones.

When her breath hitched, Xander slid a sinewed finger under her chin and lifted it, so her gaze met his.

His stunning, violet gold eyes glowed with such heat she felt doused in their blaze. ‘No need to fear, belleza , but I’ll have you know you can’t stop me once I start.’

‘I won’t,’ Savvine whispered. ‘I’ve no plans to.’

He shuddered then, his eyes closing for a moment, and his chin dropped. His nose went into her nape, scenting her, and he took deep, long inhales.

‘You smell of wildflowers, vanilla, and spice, so heady and intoxicating.’

With a low growl, his hands slid down, kissing the side of her neck with gentle pressure, but his breath was getting faster, and she gasped at the steel of him against her thigh.

‘Surrender to us, Savvine, and I will guide you into a dimension of pleasure, one that’ll slay you with such bliss you’ll never return to what you know now.’

His fingers slid under the hem of her silk shorts and swiped the wetness between her legs. Her breath ratcheted up, goosebumps pebbling her back and raising the hair on her arms again.

Savvine was past reason, past the niggling doubt and voice of caution in her head. Past the condemnation of her clan, past Helena’s warnings.

She didn’t give a fokk anymore. She had to be with this man.

‘I surrender,’ she murmured. ‘Slay me, Alexandr-Alexandr Levine Roman.’

He groaned like he’d been struck and leaned into her, his scorching heat washed over her feet to the tips of her hair.

‘Then it is time, mi cielo . Brace,’ he rasped. ‘From now on, you’re going to be only mine.’

His lips were just centimeters apart. ‘May I kiss you, belleza ?’

Pulse racing, her thighs shaking, she nodded, not wanting to think it through.

He lifted both hands to each side of her nape.

Cupping her close, he sank fingers into her tresses, massaging her skull as he bent over, his hair falling over his brow.

When their mouths met, it was fire and promise, slow and consuming. Heated and deep, the inevitable finally arriving.

She plunged her fingers in his violet locks, straddling his pelvis, canting her body to his as his touch slid from her waist to her tits.

He tore his mouth from her as he slipped the straps of her top off, he palmed them, his violet flaming eyes raking her face, then her breasts. ‘Beauty.’

He flicked her tightened buds, and she arched back, hair flying as she hissed with need.

Xander chuckled as he tweaked her turgid peaks.

His hips canted upward, undulating, the ridge of his scorching shaft under his shorts coming in delicious contact with her pussy in her lace underwear.

She convulsed and moaned as he whisked down one thin strap of her top and with one finger eased it below her tits.

Then, without warning, he licked her nipple.

She arched into his mouth as he lavved, savored, and suckled, taking his time to discover her.

‘ Magnifico ,’ he rasped all husky-gravelly, sensual.

She stroked his head as he lost her self in her tits, flicking and playing with her other teat as she ground her hips down on his thickening ridge.

‘ Fokk ,’ he grated. ‘I need to be all over you.’

He rose, lifting her against him, his hands sure, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

He carried her through the door of his cabin, as the lake whispered behind them.

Even in the dark, this man was scorching.

He strode with masterful steps through the wide hallway.

White and long to the floor, the curtains flew in the breeze through the window.

Adding to the magic of the moment.

He reached an inner room, the primary, placing her on a bed.

A big, beautiful sable bed, covered in ivory and ebony linen.

She took little notice of her surroundings as he bent over her and resumed his kisses.

Down, trailing her body, slipping lace aside as he did.

She lay back, giving in to his ministrations.

He loomed over her, knees on either side of her, and returned to her left nipple.

‘Damn, woman, love your tits,’ he murmured as he ran his tongue over one then the other.

‘Honey.’

She gasped, adoring how his lips glided on hers, the tease of his tongue, and how his fingers pinched and pulled at her taut need. ‘Keep doing what you’re doing.’

She knifed up, her pussy so wet, desperate to feel him.

So she skimmed over his chest, welcoming his mouth kisses in between his suckling of her breast.

She moved over his tight abs, marveling at how corded his neck was, loving the gold and violet ink on his skin, how the gilded strokes appeared to glow and shift sinuously over him like a moving piece of art.

Her hands dipped lower and dipped into the band of his shorts.

She hit pay dirt.

Then gasped at the sear of his rock hard, incredible scorching long cock.

She was immediately suffused with hunger for it, so she slid so fast to undress him that he chuckled.

He remained kneeling, staring down at her as she tugged his shorts off.

She keened, biting her lip, as a thick rod of solid gold, tipped with a violet mushroom head, appeared.

‘Impossible,’ she breathed.

‘Believe it,’ he growled, flipping to his back, losing his briefs.

She scrambled upright, still in disbelief, as she stared at his throbbing shaft.

‘Is it even real?’

He thrust his hips at her with a decadent expression in his eyes. ‘Only way to find out, mi cielo .’

She didn’t hesitate.

She reached for him, her fingers unable to get around his thickness.

She squeezed, and he bucked. She pumped and he seeped, golden liquid trickling from the tip of his cock.

‘You like?’ he rasped, husky, gravelly, sexy, and gruff.

‘You’re unbelievable,’ she breathed, giving him another firm pump.

That’s when she caught sight of the underside, where a thick gilded vein throbbed, and further below, his pair of potent nuts dusted with dusky, violet-tinged strands.

‘Talk about flaming balls. Good thing I like playing with fire.’

‘That you do.’

He chuckled, a long, rumbled laugh that set her off, too.

His Spanish Kwavi blend accent thickened with need. ‘ Mi reina, are we going to fokk or do you intend to turn me into an art exhibition?’

‘Allow me.’

She bent over him and took a lick of his head, lapping the gold bead of liquid that crowned him.

‘ Fooookkkk ,’ Xander hissed, his fingers stroking her locks, fisting and releasing it in rhythm to her licking.

He canted his hips, sliding his shaft in between her lips as Savvine’s licking worked his head even, and her nipples tightened so hard it hurt.

Then with a smile, and coy wink at him she slid him into her mouth, and sucked with such intensity, drawing him in so deep, he bucked.

He thrust his head back, veins jutting, quaking as her silken tongue went to work.

His thighs shook while his hand trailed through her dark waves, and his hips worked his length in and out of her mouth.

Her gaze burned up into his, and she found herself tumbling unbidden and deep into his unusual amethyst gilded depths in an uncontrolled fall.

‘So hot,’ he groaned. ‘Your lips are heaven, sending me to rapture.’

She pumped her fist up and down his girth, tightening and releasing in a cadence that had him growling, his chest muscles distended with the effort required to stave off cumming too soon.

She palmed his balls and stroked them, which had him grunting. ‘Damn, woman, you make me buck wild.’

He hauled his head down to see her hands between her thighs, working her slit as she pleasured him.

She kept with the suckling as she fondled his balls.

She ran a finger up that gilded thick vein on his underside as he continued thrusting.

His fists were now at his side, clenching the sheets so hard they dragged up from the mattress.

When licked the underside of his mushroom head, he convulsed and, with a soft curse, pulled out of her mouth.

When her lips lost purchase, she gave a cry, her smoldering, desire-laden eyes snapping open.

‘Give and you shall receive,’ he grated.

With a growl, he knifed and sat up and reached for her waist.

Then he impossibly twisted her under him while at the same time sliding his face to her midsection.

The move was so smooth, she gasped.

She stared as he kissed her nape, then trailed his lips to her mound.

In seconds, her shorts and lacy briefs were flying through the air as his molten eyes locked with hers.

‘How many licks will it take to make your legs quake?’ he rasped.

‘You need an answer, or are you stalling?’ she challenged.

He cocked a brow at her challenge and growled. ‘ Nada , let me dive in and see what it takes.’