He let her lip go.
“Emin,” she whispered, desperate for more. And then she was lifted up, one of his hands at her bare thigh and the other around her waist. He laid her down on the bed, and levered himself over top of her.
“I cannot look at you anymore,” he growled. “You are so beautiful that it hurts me.”
His mouth took hers, softly but inexorably. One hand cupped her neck and the other trailed down her arm to her fingers.
He broke away from her lips. “The light in your hair. God.”
And then he was kissing her again, deeper this time. His flavor was warm and everywhere and somehow so familiar that it brought tears to Glory’s eyes. His mouth was a home that she hadn’t even known she’d been lonesome for.
He spoke, mirroring her thoughts. “I knew you would taste of this. Of mountain water and sunlight.” He took her mouth again, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips. “How did I know? How did I already know it?”
She moaned, her legs falling open in the same second that her lips did. He stroked his tongue into her mouth and Glory knew she’d never be the same. The strokes of his hands were strong, even-pressured and only over her face and arms. He was changing her with his tender strength and he’d barely even touched her yet.
“You are wild and gorgeous and untamed, Glory.”
“Glory Malashovik,” she corrected him automatically, clinging to her claimed last name like a leash in the wind. She felt as if she were crawling out of a cave into the bright, bright sun. She didn’t want to be blinded by the beauty of it. She wanted to see it all, remember it all. She needed that so badly.
“Glory Malashovik,” he repeated, pushing himself into her body. Hard against soft. Brute strength against graceful strength. She stretched her long soft self out and took every pressing touch he gave her.
The kiss spanned out, they rolled over the bed, over the sheets as the sun came up fully. Dust motes floated in a blade of sunlight across the bed. The cabin heated with the light and with the wet, rolling friction of their bodies. Glory, still completely naked, pressed herself against Emin who had taken off his shirt. She wrecked herself across him, chest to chest.
“Emin,” she moaned, tearing her face away from the sweet torture of his mouth. “Touch me. Please.”
“I am,” he growled, tracing a thumb in a circle around her wrist and nipping a line from her neck to her ear.
“Touch me here,” Glory said, taking his hand and putting it between her legs, where her body was aching and aching.
Emin froze, cupping her wetness. He laced one finger through her silkiness almost reflexively. Glory moaned and arched up toward him. But Emin pulled his hand away.
Looking at her straight in the eye, he brought his hand, wet with her arousal, to his mouth and sucked her flavor right off of it. Glory moaned again. Why was that so hot?
“I will touch you there, kvietka.” He lowered and kissed her again and Glory could taste herself on him. “But today, we kiss.”
And they did. For hours they rolled and kissed and petted. Until Emin made them shift into their animal forms and they ran together through the woods. Up to the cliff, the way they had before. They stayed in their animal forms as they looked out at the valley, but she curled into him, unable to stay away from his brutish heat. When they returned home, and they’d shifted back, Glory standing naked in Emin’s twilit kitchen, they spoke again.
“Why won’t you touch me everywhere?”
Emin stalked up to her, shirtless and gripped her by the elbows, dragging her to him and taking her mouth in a kiss that branded her.
“Because you are innocent.”
Glory pulled herself away from him. “So you’ll never touch me?” Fear lined her face, clouded her eyes.
Emin barked a mirthless laugh. “No. I am not strong enough for that.” He paced away from her and studied the canvas that he had painted earlier that day. The portrait of her that she had yet to see. He set it down and turned back to her.
“I am going to touch you, Glory. I am going to fuck you.” He stalked toward her. “I am going to make you mine in a way that cannot ever be undone.” He stood directly in front of her again and he knelt, quick as a cat, and laved his teeth over one of her nipples and then the other. “But you deserve to know what it feels like to lose your innocence piece by piece. The delicious step after step.”
He took her mouth again.
“So, for now, we kiss. Until you are crazy for me.”
As much as she wanted everything with him, Glory had a really hard time arguing with that.
CHAPTER TEN
And did they. Over the next few weeks they kissed every opportunity they got. Emin kissed her brains out on the kitchen floor. In the woods behind his cabin. He hauled her across his lap and kissed her at red lights, at stop signs, at the side of the road when he couldn’t bear to drive any longer without touching her.