Sage woke with a smile on her face. Her mom was right. Great sex did help a person relax. Right at that moment, she felt like she could walk on air. She stretched, loving how her body ached from being kissed, bitten, and licked all over by Feral.

The man was a savage. She had yet to open her eyes, but a hand curled around her breast, flicking over her nipple and drawing a moan from her lips. His mouth was over hers next, kissing her back into a state of complete compliance and readiness.

The kiss deepened. With just a growl, he turned up the heat. Her body shivered from the rampant desire coursing through her. She bit on his lip, loving the sound of his groan.

His hand on her breast squeezed, kneading at her already aching flesh and caressing down to her belly. Feral seemed to love the fact she was soft and jiggly.

Not that she’d ever worried about her body or seen herself in any way but positive, but a man that was this aroused by her curves was a rare find for Sage. One she loved.

His hand slid down to her belly and farther. She spread her legs, waiting for a single touch of his hand on her sex. That’s all she needed. That’s all her body craved, begged for him to give. He didn’t slide his fingers into her sex like she mentally visualized.

No.

He grazed his finger over her throbbing sex and continued to kiss her like the world was ending and he needed one more taste of her.

She moaned, her hands on his naked torso, touching and feeling every muscle on his body and sighing at the warmth of his body and how perfect it was to smell him so close.

She pulled his upper body closer, wanting him over her, in her. Taking her. Breaths rushed out of her lungs, and desire bloomed brightly in her chest. She shouldn’t be thinking of sex, but she was.

Even after that night. Even after he’d fucked her all over her own cabin. She would never look at her dining room table the same again. Nor would she be able to shower and not think of being bent forward while he fucked her from behind.

“I don’t know why, but I want you so much,” she whispered.

His fingers circled her sex, building the heat in her core. His hot, golden gaze branded her with a single look. “The thirst you have for me will never be appeased by another male, Sage. Your body craves me and I am the only man that can calm that fire in your blood.” He licked the seam of her lips with his tongue. “I alone can soothe the ache, the hunger you feel.”

She raked her nails over his arm. “You?”

He nodded. “Me. Because you’re mine, Sage. My mate. And this desire will only grow. It will consume you. But I’ll always be there, love. My place is next to you.”

“I need—”

“I know exactly what you need, my love. I’m going to give it to you. Every. Inch. Every hard, hot, steely bit of me. I’m going to remind your body who it belongs to.”

She sighed, her hunger blinding her. “You.”

It was like a new addiction. Something she couldn’t control. She wanted him oh, so badly, like the addict needed a fix. That’s how she felt. He brought his mouth over hers again, harder. Harsher.

A hunger that had been building from the first time she looked at him seemed to grow out of control and feed into this need to have him. The need to be his.

His gaze roamed over her body with indescribable need. He cupped her breast and bit down on her nipple. She moaned, and her pussy turned instantly slick from his bite. 

“Feral!”

He lifted his head, his bright eyes eating her up. “That’s it. Give in to my touch, my love. Let me love every inch of you. Let me watch you cum on my cock.”

“You’re crazy.” She moaned. “We should stop.”

He gave her a grin that spoke volumes. It called her a liar. “Really? You want to stop?” He pushed her large thighs apart and took a deep breath. “Tell me to stop and I will. Tell me to not shove my tongue in your pussy and lick every inch of your pink folds and suck on your honey as you scream and convulse on my face. Tell me not to fuck another scream out of you.”

She pressed her lips together and inhaled slowly. “I can’t. I want you to. I need you to.”

He got on his knees on the bed. Thank god, he wasn’t one of those super muscular guys that had veins popping out of his body. He clearly wasn’t one of those workout fiends. No, what he was and she fucking loved, was a giant.

A body with strong limbs, washboard abs, and those lines that defined his abs and pointed south that made women beyond stupid. And he was tall and with long hair and a face that made her pussy cream from a single look. Yeah, he had all that.