His breath hitched ragged and loud as I leaned against him, my legs still shaky from the orgasm he’d licked out of me. He was trembling—no, shaking—his massive chest rising and falling in stuttering gasps. His clawed fingers flexed and curled like he was holding something back.
“Please,” he whispered again, voice breaking. “Let me inside. I—can’t—breathe.”
I nodded, too wrecked to speak.
And that was all he needed.
A guttural sob tore from his throat as his claws hooked into my jacket, and with one violent rip, he tore it open like it was paper. Buttons scattered across the cave floor. My shirt followed—shredded in seconds—then my bra, my jeans, my underwear. Everything was gone in a flurry of growls and clawed hands until I was naked in front of him, shivering not from cold—but from t
