Straddling his waist, she ran her hands over his neck and chest, playing with his smaller nipples. His eyes rounded in shock at her words. The dark depths were streaked heavily with green. She liked the shifting of his eyes. They excited her. She liked the primitive, streamlined way his body moved. He was stalking, graceful, terribly sexy.
When she touched him, it was like she’d never felt flesh before. It was hard, muscled, wonderful. The texture of him burned into her hands. She couldn’t feel him fast enough. In her urgency, her nails raked him. He arched, groaning loudly in pleasure. A claw grew from his fingertip and he sliced through the front of her bra.
Jasmine gasped at the motion, but was beyond thinking. The danger of him excited her. She liked knowing the beast ran beneath his surface--wild, barely controlled by the man beneath her. Reid urged her down to him, bringing a ripe breast to his mouth. He again sucked her deep, running his tongue in torturous circles over the tip. Her nipple ached and with each pass she jerked almost violently, feeling it all the way to her toes. Moisture dampened her panties as she naturally rubbed herself along his toned stomach.
“Reid,” she panted. Her hands braced the bed as she rubbed harder, feeling the sting of desire building inside her slick folds. Her slit glided over his rigid stomach. She worked faster. Her clit rubbed through the lace, a pleasurable combination of heat and rough. It felt so good, she couldn’t stop.
Between that and his mouth, she felt the first wave hit her. Her limbs tensed and she shivered violently. Jasmine was so shocked she could only stiffen and let the pleasure overtake her, jerking her body from head to toe. Even her hair seemed to come to life. Breathing hard, she pulled back, her eyes wide.
“What … was that?” she asked, breathless.
Reid laughed, but when her face remained serious, his smile faded as he asked, “You’re joking, right?”
Jasmine shook her head in denial. “Can you do it to me again?”
Reid groaned as she leaned back over him to offer her breast to his mouth. She wiggled along his stomach, feeling the heat curl inside her once more. His hand slid over her hips, slicing through her panties. He tugged them from behind. Jasmine groaned. The feel of his flesh to hers was even better than the lace. She pushed up, liking the look of his dark body contrasting with orange from the fire. The light from the balcony streamed in, but it was getting darker in the forest. His dark eyes bore up into her, still dangerously slit with the green of his cat form.
“I really like your stomach,” she said, sitting on it and moving back and forth in hopes of feeling the intense pleasure again. The smooth texture of him made her glide with more ease than before.
“I can tell,” he answered, his voice hoarse. Then, taking her hips, he pushed her down. His erection pressed into her from behind, searing her cleft, parting her intimately from behind. “But, why don’t you try this instead?”
Jasmine gave a small yelp of surprise as Reid tossed her onto her back. He devoured her body with his hands and mouth. His palms cupped her breast, lifting it to meet his lips so he could suck her nipple. Animalistic sounds of possession came from him, vibrating against her. He nipped her skin only to soothe the irritation with his long tongue. Jasmine could only hold onto the bed as he had his way with her--pleasuring her. Then, when his mouth worked lower to make its way between her thighs, she tensed. Reid growled, pushing her legs apart.
“Mine,” he said, possessively. His beast was in that voice and so help her, she liked it.
Pleasure rolled over her at his words and in that moment she would’ve consented to anything. His tongue parted her wet folds as he lapped her cream. Fingers dug into her hips, holding her fast to his mouth. Then, as he sucked her clit, she felt the tremors start anew. Jasmine tossed her legs over his shoulders, arching up into him for more. He obliged, slipping a finger up inside her only to wiggle it back and forth. The pressure caused a torrent of cream to flood his hand. Jasmine came, crying out his name as the force of what he did overtook her. Then, when her body could tremble no more, he came above her.
Jasmine reached weakly for his face. Reid didn’t kiss her. Instead, he looked deep into her eyes, as if she were the only person in the whole universe. His hair fell over her shoulder like a dark curtain, making it all the more intimate as their harsh breath mingled in the little alcove. He watched her face, taking in every one of her reactions. She felt his shaft probing her, stretching her muscles to fit him. With so much control that it drove her mad, he pushed into her slick passage, filling her body by small, agonizing degrees. Her eyes rolled in her head as she waited for the moment he’d stake complete claim to her.
Stirring and rubbing along his entire frame as he held her trapped, Jasmine could feel the need in him to go fast and hard. But Reid restrained the beast inside him and took her gently. For all his jokes and wicked looks, he was really a tender lover. Running her hands over his arms, she learned the slow rhythm he set forth and felt the tension building within her anew.
Reid couldn’t take his eyes off Jasmine. She was so beautiful--her slender body, her rounded breasts, the dark nipples budded for his attention. It was sweet the way she kept staring at him, as if the idea of hiding herself never once occurred to her.
At first, her aggressiveness surprised him, but as they progressed he saw the almost innocent quality in her--like when she orgasmed. She’d been so shocked by it that he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry for her. The sad thing was her climax had only been a tiny orgasm compared to what he could give her--would give her. So, he’d gone down on her, licking her addictive cream and making her come against his face.
Sacred Cats! It had been sweet to watch, to taste.
Now, as he slowly eased his body into her, stretching her wider, he groaned. He kept his weight off her, bracing his hands on either side of her tiny form. Her passage was tight, almost virginal. It felt too damned good, but regardless of what he wanted, he found that for once he was focused on a woman’s needs before his own. In the past, his partners had known what they wanted and greedily took it. With Jasmine, it was different. She didn’t know what she wanted and she gave as much as she took, maybe more.
Her wide eyes looked at him, watching him with such an open expression of shyness and awe, that he forgot himself completely. He liked the way her eyes roamed his flesh, lighting in appreciation of his form. Reid had never felt so damned sexy in his life. A burning need to please her raged within him. He wanted to teach her how to enjoy her body and his. In that moment, he wanted to give her everything.
The depth of his emotions took him by surprise. Even as he tensed on the inside, he couldn’t make his body stop moving. They’d come too far and he would help her to find her release again before finding his own. Her legs were spread to him and he worked his hips against her in small circles, thrusting until he was buried to the hilt. Even then he didn’t stop as he continued the agonizing pace.
Sacred Cats! He was close to coming. Reid tensed, forcing his orgasm aside, pulling the shivers back inside himself. He was well experienced in the ways of sex and used every ounce of his knowledge to thrust and push the sweet spot he’d discovered in her body. Lifting her leg, he placed it over his shoulder.
“Ah, that’s it, mmm,” he groaned, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Every urge inside him wanted to pound into her. “Ah, fea, come again for me.”
“Oh, it’s all right to talk?” Jasmine asked, smiling slightly over her open mouthed panting.
If he hadn’t been fully concentrated on holding back, he would’ve laughed. Instead, he ground out, “Of course. There are no rules.”
“Oh, ‘cause I’ve been biting my tongue,” Jasmine admitted.
Reid nodded, biting his. The sound of her voice was too much, all low and breathy, so seductive it washed over him. He was almost relieved that she didn’t start talking dirty to him. That he wouldn’t have been able to handle, not at this point.
Sweat beaded his flesh. Jasmine began to moan, making soft pu
rring noises that only grew louder with each thrust. He pushed faster, harder, deeper. Her body was like silk around his arousal, so soft and wet.
“Oh, oh,” she cried, writhing and squirming. “Right there. Whatever you’re doing don’t stop!”
Reid pushed back, arching as he worked into her, keeping the thrusts deep. Her nails clawed his shoulders and then finally, it happened. She tensed, her muscles clamping down so hard on him that he couldn’t stop from coming. His seed unleashed itself from his body, spilling heavily inside her. The way she tightened was almost painful, but it was a glorious pain. Reid pumped a few more times, but they were jerky movements as he milked their bodies for all they had.
When they’d stopped shaking, Reid pulled out, gliding in the slickness of their combined climaxes. Weakly, he fell to her side, breathing hard. He’d never held back for so long, but in the end it had been worth it.
“I can’t feel my bones,” Jasmine giggled. “My whole body is numb.”
Reid grinned. How could he not?
“Did you…?” she asked, peeking up at him through her lashes. “Was it…?”
How could she even ask that? Reid rolled over, unable to bear the look of insecurity on her face, but glad that she didn’t hide her body from him. He got much pleasure from looking at her. Before he could stop the words, he found himself honestly answering, “It was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Jasmine blushed, even as she tried to protest. “You don’t have to say that.”
“But I do mean it,” Reid answered. He stroked her face.
Jasmine smiled, placing a light kiss on his palm.
“Jasmine,” he whispered, overwhelmed. “I love … having sex with you.”
She laughed, a light, breathless sound. “Does this mean we can do it again?”
Reid smiled and nodded. Leaning over, her nipped at her mouth. “Anytime you want.”
“How’s now sound?” she asked.
Despite his recent climax, Reid felt his body easily stirring for more. Being Var, he could naturally go several times in one night. He allowed her to push him over onto his back and begin exploring. He fondled her breasts, fascinated by how sensitive they seemed to be. With just one pluck of her nipple, he felt cream dampening his stomach where she rubbed against him.
“Can you…?” she hesitated.
“What?”
“Do that eye-shifty thing again?” Jasmine blushed. Reid grinned. Out of all the things she could’ve asked for, he didn’t expect that. He let his eyes flash with green. Instantly she shivered and gave a little moan. Nodding as she leaned over to kiss him, she whispered, “That’s really sexy.”
Reid growled as their lips met. His body had been insatiable before, but he was sure he’d never get enough of this woman.
Chapter Ten
“What is the possible function of that outfit?” Jasmine asked, staring at the dress Reid laid out for her. It had a very short, tight skirt with cross laces on the sides and a deep cleavage-baring bodice. She shivered, knowing she might be better off just wearing the blanket she had wrapped around her naked body. Almost mournfully, she thought of the ripped bra and panties that were now in the stove--along with the baggy ill-fitting dress she’d worn the day before. Shaking her head, she refused to pick this new outfit up.
“You’ll look damned sexy in it, that’s what,” Reid said, his voice dipping. The morning sunlight streamed in behind him, lighting the room. He was handsomely tousled from their night of play.
“It’s the most impractical thing I’ve ever seen,” Jasmine said, affecting a haughty tone.
Reid’s eyes glinted as she looked him over. Jasmine felt her body melting to him. Damn him! She should never have admitted to thinking his eye shifts were sexy. There was just something dangerous and powerful about the way his body could transform itself. Now, every time she looked at him, he did it. And every time she felt herself dampen between the thighs. By the very smug look on his face, he knew it too.
“Or,” Reid’s grin widened, “you could just wear nothing at all.”
Jasmine gripped the blanket tighter to her chest. He’d pleasured her thoroughly the night before and she had to admit she was a little sore, even though she’d enjoyed his attentions. After letting her ride his tight body, he’d shown her things she’d never even thought of. He put her on her hands and knees before him, taking her from behind like an animal. Jasmine wasn’t sure if men usually took women like that, but there was definitely something quite primitive and fulfilling to the position.
Jasmine knew she was a little naïve, but with each climax her confidence grew. Reid didn’t seem to mind her ignorance and even appeared to enjoy instructing her. After, she sat on his lap in the bath. The warm water caressed them as he slowly lifted her up and down on top of him.
Not like Chad’s ‘just lay there’ method, Jasmine thought bitterly. She had to look away, not wanting to think of Chad when she was with Reid. When she was alone, she’d have time to think about all of that. It wasn’t like she was really cheating on Chad. All they had between them was a worthless ceremony. Theirs had stopped being a marriage seconds after they’d left for the honeymoon. She just didn’t realize it. Now that she could feel, she never wanted to be under someone else’s control like that again.
“Jasmine?” Reid asked, his voice concerned.
Jasmine turned back to him, coming out of her trance. Seeing the look in his eyes, she quickly said, “Food. We need food.” As if to punctuate her words, her stomach growled loudly.
Reid sighed, but nodded. “I’ve been gone so there’s not much in the kitchen and you’ll have to make do with what’s there. I’ll do some hunting later.”
“I’ll have to make do?” Jasmine asked, raising a brow. She didn’t mind cooking, but there was something in the way he said it that made her bristle.
“Yes, you are the woman,” Reid answered.
“I suppose you’d like me to clean as well?” Jasmine asked, irritated. She’d been Chad’s slave for four years. She’d be damned if she was going to be Reid’s now. She was tired of cooking and cleaning and waiting on a man hand and foot. When was it her turn to be waited on? Jasmine lifted her chin, but didn’t say a thing. She was rational enough to know she needed to think things out before she wildly started accusing Reid of ‘crimes’ he hadn’t committed.
“I do have a few women who come from town to clean, but if you like, you may clean as well, yes.” Reid grinned, nodding as if he was bestowing a great gift on her.
“All right then.” Jasmine didn’t say another word on the subject. She turned to the bed, again eyeing the garment. He’d pulled it from the bag he’d gotten off the front step the evening before. Leaning over, she rummaged through the bag’s other contents, finding a pair of pants and a tank shirt with cross laces.
“But,” Reid protested, watching her slip the pants on while remaining hidden by the blanket. “I already found you a dress.”
“That one is too revealing,” Jasmine said, matter-of-factly.
“Ah, yeah, that’s the point,” Reid sighed. He glanced at the dress then back to where she struggled to put the shirt on without dropping the blanket. Reid reached over and snatched the covers away, just as her breast got stuck in the tight cross laces. Her arms were trapped along her head as she gasped and tried to wiggle the shirt down. She managed to peek at him from just over the edge of the dark material.
“Reid,” she protested as he pulled her hips closer to his body. Leaning over he lightly licked her nipple where it poked through the laces. Instantly, she forgot her irritation with him. “Ah-ah, stop that!”
“Stop what?” he asked, pulling her nipple more firmly between his teeth. “Stop this?” He brushed his mouth lightly over the swollen bud. “Or this?” He nibbled her sensitive flesh just around it.
Jasmine’s growl of protest turned into an instant moan of arousal and she couldn’t help but think that maybe they could do it just one more time.
“Mm, o
r maybe you want me to stop doing this.” He sucked her hard, letting his whole mouth pleasure her with its intense heat. She gasped and he pulled back. As she stared at him, shocked that he hadn’t finished what he started, Reid tugged her shirt down over her head and straightened it to cover her.
“I’m hungry,” he said, turning to walk toward the stairs.
Jasmine’s body stung with arousal as she watched his back. Then, gritting her teeth, she made a move to follow him. Oh, so he wanted to play games, did he? Well then, she’d play.
* * * *
There was something freeing in having all her emotions back, and also something a little scary. When Jasmine felt, it was like she felt to the fullest extent of the emotion. She’d been dead inside for so long that now her feelings were rushing to catch up. The only time she felt completely centered was when she was having sex with Reid. And even then she was so driven with passion and so controlled by her need for him that nothing else mattered.
Reid didn’t eat before leaving to hunt. He said the hunger would force him to work harder and faster. Jasmine didn’t understand the logic but, as she watched her lover’s beautiful body shift into a tiger, she didn’t think to question it. There was something a little too arousing about the whole shifting thing. She watched him run off, his streamlined body gracefully moving through the trees.
After he left, Jasmine made herself something to eat. He was right. There wasn’t much to choose from and she ended up eating handfuls of nuts and dried berries.
Alone in Reid’s home, she had a lot of time to sort things out. Chad slept with everything that walked. He hit her. He verbally abused her. He drugged her with unnecessary medication; convincing her she had a weak heart and could never leave him. The medicine had even taken away her will to want to leave him. She’d been apathetic for the most part, in a walking coma. In fact, he’d given her that medicine when he’d been her doctor, before he even mentioned marriage to her.
Did that mean he’d planned their sham of a marriage from the beginning? When she said ‘I do’ was it because she was manipulated into doing so? Had she been so emotionless, so uncaring as to her future, that she had married Chad because he’d influenced her to?
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