It was everything she had dreamed of. No, she had only imagined it. The caress was intense making her ears hum while his tongue searched for hers in an interminable kiss that took her breath away. Her hands gripped his arms, noticing the bicep muscles absorbing his taste. Wine. It certainly got drunk faster than a glass of wine. She was moaning in the male mouth, responding out of the female instinct.
Morgan tried to take a deep breath. The low moan of pleasure had direct effects on his entire body from the waist down. That mouth was exactly what he could imagine. There was a kind of appeal in the way she seemed to capture his will, in return. Her taste was divine. He didn't use to lose control like that. He intensified the kiss, realizing the surprising reaction. She probed timidly. Proving. Feeling and assimilating.
The blood running through his veins had the effect of a siren song in his ears. It was a mixture of senses. It was not a child in his arms. She was a ready woman instigating seduction and receptive to their mutual attraction.
Damn it!
It reminded him of a very distant time. Before Katie's disappointment in her life. The mouth went down the slender neck between successive and wet kisses. The girl was a wolf. His eyes gleamed black as the night when the fangs were prominent. He could naturally give in to his desires and taste her blood. He stops.
-Excuse me! - Kassuim spoke breathlessly. Her voice showed all his disappointment.
The abrupt way in which he had part. She had done something wrong as usual!
Morgan's eyes widened, capturing her frustration, troubled. The girl seemed as affected by the caress as he was. Only the disappointment in the emerald eyes ... He cursed mentally. He was very attentive to her deep breathing, but before showing fear it showed excitement in an uninhibited way. It tasted different ... sweet and attractive.
The urge to taste even more was so overwhelming that he stepped back without action.
Please... Tell me you've been kissed before ...
- Your father must be worried. - He managed to speak hesitantly.
Kassuim swallowed. She wanted to continue experiencing the intoxicating sensations he aroused, but she could only have displeased him. Something was suddenly bothering him. It was wrong at least! Except that there would be no other opportunity like that ...
She couldn't believe the feeling of well-being when being embraced by him. It was just a kiss ... There was a warmth in the piercing blue eyes that piqued his instinct. For a moment, she can see the flame of desire in the cloudy look. During the past two years, she had only had a chance to observe him from afar. Childish admiration had left room for stronger feelings because of the lack of affection.
-I ... did I bother you? - she wanted to know disgusted.
-Dieu Sacré! RichardMorgan sighed. - You don't know what you're talking about ...
He was going to take the girl away from him. His hands, however, had an entirely different intention than his mind. He snuggled the girl against him with a low groan. He fought desires because the little wolf waved countless promises. The heart sped up.
She was desirable and attractive ... He got drunk again in another deep kiss. Ah, none of that was right. If the girl was a wolf as she had shown herself, there would naturally be implications ... She was the daughter of one of the Council elders. The revolt ignited him. He wouldn't accept any human if there was a female of their kind after so many years.
The girl was very receptive to his incentives, only as fast as the wine she was intoxicating, he noticed her hesitation. He turned his head away to catch the indecisive eyes.
Damn the damned traditions.
- Sorry, my petite wolf?
Kassuim did not struggle with the question of right or wrong. He was the representation of the dreams of youth, arousing contradictory emotions, but she began to make a depressing view of herself. If life aboard a ship made her confused about female customs, the rude comments of the sailors on deck made it very clear to her when a man wanted a woman. Her body was thin and small.
Nothing resembled the beautiful, sensual women who surrounded that man in the castle. Nor was her skin as pale as the beauty standards of the day. The hair then ...
-I...
That man would lead the pack. She didn't know how to explain it.
Morgan gave up the possibility of ignoring the apprehension in her eyes, even though he knew he would cross the barrier with kisses and caresses. Not after Katie. If it were yet another woman, he probably wouldn't have hesitated. Only it was a wolf.
- What's it? - He asked attentively. - Do you want me to stop?
Kassuim bit her lip.
She found herself cradled in his strong arms and a low exclamation of surprise escaped. He could curse himself. The girl had noticed his excitement. She got him excited like an inexperienced boy. Impatience scared his little wolf.
- You ... - She couldn't find the words. Except that finding herself desired by him aroused exultant female satisfaction. - I thought ... You want to...
She gave him the astonishing look. Was the girl unaware of her beauty and seduction? Contained the perplexed laughter.
- And what did you think?- Morgan asked and the voice came out hoarse.