voice surprised her. She was growling like a starving beast. Hungry. In dire need of him.
Daniel tugged her hand and led her to the bed. He undid the hook of her bra as he raked over her body with a gaze full of hunger. He yanked her panties down, baring her naked body.
Her heartbeat turned erratic. Being naked in front of him was different. And the room was too bright. There was nowhere to hide. It left her feeling vulnerable. She moved her hands to cover her breasts and sex, but Daniel stopped her.
“You’re beautiful. There’s no need for you to be shy.”
Charlotte gazed down. She knew he meant it, but she couldn’t help it when she noticed from time to time that the difference between them was just too stark.
“Charlotte,” he called her. “Look at me.”
She dragged her eyes up to meet his.
“You’re my mate. There’s no one else in this world more pleasing to my eyes than you.” Daniel brushed his thumb over her lips. “You have to remember that.” He stroked her hair and kissed her again.
Her heart swelled with pride. I’m the only one for him. It sounded corny, but she was pleased by it.
Daniel fisted a handful of her strands and inhaled the scent of her hair. “I like it better when you wear your hair down like this. Beautiful and soft. Like silk.” He touched and kissed every inch of her skin he could get his hands on.
Charlotte trembled before him. Daniel made her feel safe and cherished.
“I love you,” he rasped, hands tightening around her breasts.
Her breath stalled in her throat. His palms enveloped her ample flesh in a perfect fit, as if that part of her body was made just for that very purpose. He squeezed her breasts, gently at first, and then it seemed he couldn’t help showing her how much power he had over her. Her skin felt feverish. He burned her outside in.
Daniel licked her lips while he plucked her nipples and rolled the hard nubs with his fingers.
The wicked sensation made her want to melt in an instant. Pleasure thrummed from her nipples straight to her core, making her pussy even wetter.
Daniel pushed her on her back, his eyes never leaving her. “I want to taste every inch of you.” He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth.
Her heart pounded in her throat. Charlotte instinctively clawed his shoulders and writhed. God. The pleasure. So damnably good. He sucked her hard, trapping her sensitive bud between his tongue and the roof his mouth. Daniel circled his tongue over the peak of her nub. Every nerve in her body jolted alive as brimstones of lust consumed her from the inside out.
“Daniel!”
“Hmm?” he replied like a lazy cat. His pupils had turned golden, luminous. His tongue suddenly felt rough, like sandpaper.
Her breath halted in her chest. Was he going to transform?
He kept licking her skin then took the untouched nipple into his mouth. She arched in pleasure, and her head whipped back. Her voice froze in her throat. She gazed at the ceiling, but she could see the colors of ecstasy painted before her in vivid details.
With a contented growl, Daniel let go of her nipple. He sniffed her, buried his face in her cleavage and inhaled her scent by the lungful. “Sweet Charlotte.” Daniel groped her thighs. Then her pussy.
She was embarrassed that Daniel knew she was wet. So very wet.
Yet Daniel seemed to be delighted when he found her like that. “Sit on my lap. I want to see all of you.”
Giddy, Charlotte obediently did what he asked. Daniel sank himself on the bed and she climbed on to his lap. It felt strange to be naked like this while he was still fully clothed. His bulging erection pressed against her bare sex. He was hard. Untamed. She wondered if he was as excited as she was.
Daniel’s gaze burned on her skin. He ran both hands from her shoulders to her thighs. “You have such lovely skin. Do you see anything when I touch you like this?”
Do I see? Oh, he means if I’m able to see the premonition or weird
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