...His cock twitched and thickened in his jeans. He needed to feel the silken heat of her little pussy swallow him. Wanted to taste the breasts that had seared his back and his memory with their imprint. The animal in him rose up, needing to be appeased. He wanted their first time to be special, but he feared the beast would demand nothing less than her complete surrender…and the beast was seldom gentle or tender when the urge to mate rocked him from his slumber.

He gave her little time to appreciate her surroundings—his hunger was too great.

“It’s beautiful. Amazing.”

“So are you.” He pulled her top over her head, and tossed it on the end table by his sofa. Her large breasts bounced, unconfined by a bra. He cupped them and lowered his head for a taste. Her fingers threaded in his hair, tugged him closer.

He sucked first one nipple, then the other into his mouth, while his hands kneaded the soft globes. A waft of feminine musk reached his nostrils. He had to have a taste or go mad. With a last loving flick at her nipples, he knelt at her feet and licked a wet trail down the valley between her breasts, to the slight curve of her belly, leaning back only when he reached the waistband of her jeans.

He undid the snap, unzipped them and groaned as she wiggled them free of her full hips. She braced her hands on his shoulders as she kicked off her shoes, then her denims. He hooked a finger beneath the crotch of her panties and pulled the edge of the material away from his prize.

“Spread your legs for me, Allison.”

She shivered and complied. He angled his head, lapped at the honey musk with his tongue, and felt her grip the back of his head. A soft moaned escaped her lips. Before this night ended, he determined she would make many different sounds—all would be sweet to his ears. He swirled his tongue around the tight button of her clit until he felt her cream on his chin.

“Please…I…I…”

He growled, tore at her panties and drove his tongue into her vagina, thrusting.

“O-oh, Javier!”

Her thighs quivered, then her knees buckled. He caught her around the hips, lowering her to the floor, unwilling to be denied. He pulled the scraps of fabric from her hips and spread her wider, burying his face in the center of her heat. She cried out, her orgasm ripped from her. He flicked his tongue one last time at her clit, then leaned back, smiling.

“I’ve never…oh my.”

He looked down and saw the tight bulge knocking on his zipper. The beast demanded to be set free.

“Do you have a bed in here somewhere?” she asked as she leaned up on her elbows.

“Yes.”

“Not that I’m complaining.”

“Of course not.” He smiled and scooped her into his arms.

She stroked his bicep. “I believe it now. You really did carry me back to the hotel the other night. You’re incredibly strong. Most men wouldn’t attempt to lift me.”

He kicked open the door to the bedroom. “Why is that?”

“You’re kidding, right? Javier, I’m too tall and weigh, well—never mind what I weigh. But most men wouldn’t even try to carry me. Katarina calls me sturdy.”

“Sturdy? Allison, you are a lush goddess any man would love to hold.”

She blinked. “Better watch that talk or I may not leave.”

“Then don’t.” He placed her on the soft, Sherpa-covered bed and undressed in record speed. When his cock sprang free of his briefs, he heard her little gasp. He must remember to go slow, so as not to hurt her with his power.

He reached over her and pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer.

“Have a lot of guests up here?”