A Mate for the Savage(25)

She closed her eyes and nodded, knowing he couldn’t see her do the act, but unable to actually say anything.

He cupped her cheeks in his huge hands, leaned back, and looked into her eyes.

“Matuva Grethya Nu,” he said in his native tongue. His words were gruff, his language on the serrated side, but she found it beautiful all the same.

“What did you say?” she asked. One day she’d learn his language.

That thought had this warmth spreading through her, because it was like a slap to the face with the realization she wanted to stay.

He lowered his gaze to her mouth. “It means you are my earth, my moon, sun, and stars. It means my heart beats for you, that you’re my everything.”

She lowered her gaze to his mouth, as well. “All of that for three little words?”

He lowered his head an inch closer to her. “More or less.” The corner of his mouth lifted, and then he had his lips on hers. Styx moved his hands down her face, stroked his fingers along the sides of her neck, and continued lower until he gripped her hips. He kissed her while he did this, stroking his tongue over her lips, before delving it into her mouth. He flexed and released his fingers on her hips, and she knew that this encounter … this mating as he called it, would be so heated she wouldn’t even be able to comprehend the magnitude of it.

It wasn’t just about her losing her virginity to Styx, but about her giving herself to a male that would never let her go.

And that is a heady combination.

The fire running through her veins could not be ignored, could not be extinguished, but Audrey didn’t want it any other way.

He broke the kiss and started moving his mouth down her cheeks, along her neck, and stopped at her collarbone. “So sweet, mate,” he growled the words out.

She breathed out heavily, because at the moment that was all she could do. Styx made her wet and so ready to take him into her body, and making her feel like she was losing all control. He pulled her closer to him, and she felt his hardness. She gasped at the feeling because it heightened her own arousal.

A shiver worked its way through her, and Audrey grabbed his head, tangled her fingers in his messy, longer hair, and pulled his head back until she could look into his eyes.

He flared his nostrils, his pupils fully dilated and his mouth parted. She glimpsed his wicked looking fangs again, and she got impossibly wetter. Audrey took control of the kiss and gave back just as forcefully as Styx had. He groaned against her mouth, and grabbed a chunk of her hair behind her head, pulling the strands until the pain mixed with the pleasure.

After long seconds he finally broke the kiss.

She moaned when he ran his tongue back down her neck and along her pulse.

“I’m going to mark you so fucking good.”

He was rock hard, so big and thick that wetness coated her inner thighs. He smoothed his hands over her bottom, down the back of her thighs, and gripped her behind the knees. Before she knew what was happening he had her leather pants off and had his hand between her thighs.

“Styx,” she said and closed her eyes as his big fingers found her soaking slit. She wrapped her thighs around his waist. He claimed her mouth once more, and speared his tongue between her lips.

She moaned and grabbed onto his shoulders for support. Their breathing mingled, and for that moment they were one.

“You are perfect for me. You are mine and only mine, until we both take our last breath.”

Audrey shivered at his dominating and possessive demeanor. She took in the wide expanse of his nude shoulders, and of the scars that littered his golden skin, telling of the battles he’d fought.

Her gaze drifted farther south, leading to what she wanted most at the moment.

Yeah, Audrey was going to move this along, because doing nothing was not an option.

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Mine.

Styx had been trying to rein in his desires for Audrey since the moment he found her in the woods, innocent, vulnerable.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he watched as the firelight move along her curvy form. She’d taken off her top, and her naked body called to him in the most primal of ways.

Her thick, red waves were pushed off her body, and there was nothing obstructing him from looking his fill. He heard her swallow, and saw the slender line of her throat work up and down. Of course he knew she was nervous, but her arousal far outweighed that.

“Wife, I could have my fill of you and I’d still never be sated.” He lifted her head with his finger under her chin.

Audrey licked her lips, and he was riveted to the sight, imagining her mouth wrapped around his cock.

He reached out and pushed a piece of her hair away from her forehead. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she said without hesitation.