Leopard 01 - The Awakening

your breasts full with milk.” He smiled again, self-assured, no longer looking vulnerable, but intensely masculine. “I’m a cat, after all. But waiting until you know me, until you trust me, is essential. I’ll be very careful, I promise.” He lifted his head and looked at her, his golden eyes gleaming. “Don’t move, baby, just lie still for me,” he whispered, his hands parting her thighs. “The first night you were here, in my bed, I sat in that chair and dreamt of this. Of how you would taste.” He lowered his head.
    A scream ripped its way out of her throat. Her body bucked and convulsed. His tongue was relentless, stabbing, probing, sucking at her body, creating earthquakes and fireworks, shattering her into a million pieces. It went on and on, a storm of pure pleasure she was lost in, thrashing beneath him without inhibition, crying out for him, pleading with him to be deep inside of her where she needed him, where he belonged.
    Brandt caught her hips in his hand, pulled her down the bed until her bottom was on the edge and he was tight against her. His erection was heavy and thick, the head so sensitive as he pushed into her, his body shuddered with pleasure. She was like a hot, slick fist, velvet soft but so tight he nearly lost all control. He forced himself to take his time, to fill her slowly, to push deeper and deeper into her body, wanting her to take every inch of him.
    Maggie heard a keening sound, realized it was she. His body was invading her, a thick, hard fullness that brought a fiery friction of intense pleasure. She could feel her body adjusting, accommodating his size. And then he began to move and she was lost to everything but the conflagration he was building, feeding.
    He moved slowly at first, watching her for signs of discomfort. When she lifted her hips to meet his, he began to lose himself in the perfect rhythm, hard and fast, plunging into her, driving deeper. The little noises escaping her throat drove him wild. “Take all of me, honey, all of me.” It was a plea, a demand. She burned hotter and hotter, gripping him tightly.
    He thrust hard, reveling in the way her body trembled with pleasure, the way her breasts jutted upward, her stomach rippled, her eyes glazed slightly as their bodies came together. The sight of her, the feel of her was his undoing. He wanted it to last forever, but he had wanted too long, too much, and his body had other ideas. He felt it start in his toes, rising higher and higher, his belly on fire, hips thrusting ferociously, almost brutally, his hands pinning her to him, while he erupted with jets of hot cream, filling her, triggering an intense orgasm so that her body gripped and tightened, milking his until he collapsed over her, spent and momentarily sated.
    They were locked together, their hearts hammering loudly, their scents mingling, both so sensitive they were afraid to move. Brandt kissed the corner of her mouth, her chin, the tip of her breast. “Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Reluctantly he rolled his weight off of her. His hands tangled in her hair possessively.
    “You know you didn’t hurt me,” she assured him. She didn’t think her body would ever belong to her again. “It’s hot in here. Did the temperature shoot up when we weren’t looking?”
    He laughed softly, deep in his throat. “We had other things on our minds.” He sat up, reached past her.
    His naked body was flexible, a miracle of movement.
    “What are you doing?” Maggie asked drowsily. She rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her head to watch him. There was something very intimate about the dark night enfolding them in its cloak, yet they could see each other very clearly. She watched him lift the insulated bucket of ice to his mouth.
    Fascinated, she propped herself up on her elbows to watch his throat work as he swallowed the ice-cold liquid.
    He was so sexy, the simple act took her breath away. Just drinking water. And how had he managed to get her to trust him the way she did? She trusted everything he said with an instinct, a knowledge, that he was telling her the truth. Or maybe she just wanted him, burned for him, and nothing else mattered.
    Brandt looked at her over the bucket, his eyes so gold they glittered. A slow, wicked smile curved his mouth, revealed his teeth. Catlike. Wild. Primitive.
    Maggie had no idea of the picture she presented, thoroughly loved, thoroughly sensual. The tips of her breasts swayed slightly as