Page 21 of Tempting the Tiger

In a show of strength that had her almost swooning, he picked her up beneath her arms and threw her on the bed. She bounced once and then he was on top of her, tearing her pants and panties from her body. “Mine,” he growled as he spread her legs, revealing her pink flesh to his hungry gaze.

She felt vulnerable and on fire all at the same time as she lay bare before him. He was still fully dressed. As if he realized the same thing, he jumped off the bed, tearing at his clothes. She didn’t want him to move, terrified it would shatter the magic that had wrapped around them when they had entered his suite. But she had little choice except to lie there and watch as he stood up and stripped. When she went to put her legs together, he growled out a warning. “Keep them apart.”

Her gaze jumped to his. “I mean it, Grace. Keep those legs open. I want to see my pussy.”

Grace gulped but did as he asked.

It didn't take him long to remove his clothing. In the blink of an eye, he was bare from the waist up. His chest and shoulders were wide as a mountain, bulging with muscles. His male nipples were hard points and she longed to lick them as he had hers. A silky patch of hair covered his chest, trailing down to his abdomen. He took but a moment to kick off his shoes and socks. When his hand went to the waistband of his pants, she realized there were other parts she longed to lick as well. Although she’d been asked, almost forced, she’d never given head to a man before. It was just too intimate of an act she’d never felt comfortable doing. Now, with his cock revealed to her, she hastily swallowed, her mouthwatering for a taste.

He stood there, the magnificent male specimen that he was, stroking his cock as he looked down at her. She tried not to think about the picture she presented, knowing if she did she’d lose her nerve and scramble from the bed and out of the room faster than a jackrabbit being chased by a wolf.

Or a deer being stalked by a tiger.

She closed her eyes, wondering if she was making the biggest mistake of her life. This man could cut her apart with just a few simple words.

“Time for my dessert.” The words were a low growl and it took Grace a few moments to comprehend their meaning. Which she did only seconds before she was tugged to the edge of the bed.

And that was the last of her coherent thoughts.

The first touch of his mouth on her pussy sent her straight into the stratosphere. His mouth was hot and hungry. He wasted no time in showing her just how much he wanted her. His long, thick tongue stroked up her center, gathering her juices. Again and again, he licked, making her legs tremble from the sensation until her hips were moving, seeking his mouth whenever it was gone.

“So good, baby, you taste so goddamn good.” He looked at her from between her sprawled legs, his lips wet with her moisture. His words, the look in his eyes, completely undid Grace. Never had she witnessed such unabashed want or need from another person. From a man.

She gasped as he lowered his head again, this time, taking her bud between his lips and sucking. The pressure was too good and she sought to close her legs, forcing him away. His large hands refused to let her, clenching around her thighs, holding her open. He licked, he suckled, he bit!

When his teeth closed around her clit, her hips jerked from the bed. He held her down, doing it again until she was begging for mercy.

He gave none. Instead, he thrust two fingers inside her, scissoring them, stretching her, all the while working her clit, and making her crazy until she felt the pressure explode. She gasped and groaned and cried out his name as she came, spilling her juices against his mouth.

“That’s it, baby, let me have you. Let me drink you up.”

After what felt like forever, she returned to her senses, the slow languid slide of his tongue up and down her slit causing small aftershocks to run through her core.

She grabbed his hair, pulling slightly to make him stop. “Enough, Keair. I can’t take anymore.”

He did her bidding, stopping, then placing a last, lingering kiss on her clit before rising above her, moving up her supine body until he was over her, his big body surrounding her.

“The night is just beginning, my love.” His smiled wickedly and his mouth slammed down on hers. “Taste,” he demanded. And she did. Their mouths moved and their tongues tangled until all traces of her desire were gone. As they kissed, Keair continued to touch her. Pulling at her nipples, coasting down her body, to drag a finger through her folds, finding her nub and applying just enough pressure to make her pussy sing before moving away.

“I need you, Grace.” He pulled back, looking into her eyes. His were still that dark amber color that she knew meant something, she just wasn’t sure what. His face was a map of harsh features and she knew it came from the control he exerted over that need. She’d never had a man take the time to love her as he had. To prepare her. Usually, men took what they wanted, when they wanted it, with no regard for their partner’s pleasure. She wondered if it was a shifter thing. Or just Keair. Looking at him, feeling the touch of his hands on her, she knew he would be this type of lover even if he was not a shifter.

“I need you, too, Keair.” Saying his name in a soft whisper felt so good. So right.

He cupped the back of her thighs, pulling her legs further apart, making more room for himself, as he settled against her. She felt the head of his cock push against her entrance. Slowly, he pushed forward and she realized instantly if he hadn’t taken the time to make her climax, he never would have fit inside her. As it was, his size stretched her, making her gasp as he gently, but forcefully, kept moving, kept pushing inside her.

She clutched at his shoulders, almost pushing him away. But then he moved and the mushroom head hitting something inside her that made her jerk in pleasure. “Keair!” she cried out.

He smiled down at her. “Did you like that?”

She tried to answer, but could only nod her head.

He pulled back and she felt the sensation of being stretched again but not as intense. He pushed forward and that strange sensation rushed over her. She cried out. That couldn’t be natural, could it?

“What’s happening?” she gasped as he continued to play with her, easing in, easing out.

“Just go with it, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick and heavy. He buried his face in her neck as he hunched his back and started to fuck her with short, almost savage strokes.

Grace’s pussy pulsated, clenching around his rock hard cock as he took her. She knew what he wanted, what he was doing. He wanted her to come, come all around his cock.