Her body was a feast for the senses. He’d never encountered a female more pleasing to the eyes, or hands, or mouth. His torso worked like a wedge, pushing her legs wider as he neared his destination. He caught the back of her knees and spread her thighs even wider. She tensed and her thighs trembled. She didn’t want to want this, but she obviously did. He understood the contradiction all too well. He’d hoped to use lust to burn through the barriers created by the suppression collar. That was still his goal. However, touching her, kissing her, had unleashed so much more than physical desire. He felt protective and possessive, ravenous and restless, almost as if— No, he would not complicate this with useless speculation. She was an enjoyable means to a desperately needed end. His body ached for the soft heat of hers and he had to build on that hunger, intensify the need until it consumed everything around it. Shifting one of her legs to his shoulder, he spread out on his stomach so he could use his hands as well as his mouth.
