Leopard's Prey

than to be with the wrong woman. I’ll never be an easy man to live with and my woman will have to put up with a lot, so there was no doubt in my mind I’d better find the right one if I was going to be with someone.”
    He massaged her scalp, trying to ease some of the tension from her. The bite mark on the back of her neck was deeper than he had intended. He couldn’t help but lean forward and brush a kiss over the wound. She seemed to drift a little while he rinsed, towel dried and then braided her hair into a long, thick rope.
    Bijou suddenly jerked away, turning her head toward him, her eyes wide with fear and shock. “Remy.” She said his name like a talisman, her white knight, the only man she could trust in a frightening situation.
    He stood up quickly, pulling the drain on the water and drawing her with him. Taking her out of the water, he wrapped a towel around her. Her body shuddered, sensitive to the slightest touch. She moistened her lips and looked up at him, her jeweled eyes meeting his. “It’s happening again. I can feel it—a hunger spreading like fire through me. Is it you? Have you given me something like a drug? A chemical to make this happen? Have I turned into a nymphomaniac? Is it in my blood?”
    He shook his head. “Don’ be silly. It’s none of those things. Just know that when it happens to you, it also happens to me. We’re in this together, Blue, and I’ll get you through it. Look at me, I had you not even an hour ago and I’m all jacked up again.”
    Bijou looked at him with rapt attention, at the size of his cock, and he felt himself jerk in response. They’d had violent sex, and yet that didn’t matter. He knew she was sore. He knew her body needed rest. Hell. So did his. That didn’t matter either, it seemed. His wayward cock had a mind of its own, just as her poor abused body did.
    He reached out and caught the nape of her neck, leaning a little toward her. “I sat on that damned balcony three nights in a row, so hard I thought I’d break into pieces if I dared to even move. I made up stories in my mind, all those erotic images of you kneeling at my feet, your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock givin’ me relief.”
    She bit down on her lower lip, her blue eyes rising to meet his. The impact hit him hard, like a punch to the gut. The tip of her tongue came out and she licked at her lips as if the thought was intriguing. “I want to, Remy. I dreamt of pleasin’ you that way, maybe a million times, but I honestly don’t know how. I’m a fast learner,” she added. “I read books just in case you wanted me. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
    “You could never disappoint me, Bijou. The key to being good at this is to enjoy it. If you do, and I know you want me like that and that you enjoy having me in your mouth, lovin’ me that way, anything you do will be perfect.”
    “Would you help me learn? If you talk me through it and have patience . . .” She trailed off.
    The hopeful note in her voice tugged at his heart. She was squirming again. The Han Vol Dan was so close and her leopard was definitely a very sexual passionate animal, just as his was. She wouldn’t give Bijou any relief, her heat driving her to mate.
    He put a little pressure on her shoulders, silently commanding her to kneel. “I’m a very good teacher,” he told her hoarsely.
    He was not going to last long, his passion rising to meet hers. He would have to be inside of her soon. The thrall was on both of them, not just Bijou, and he couldn’t stop himself from taking her again and again, no matter the cost to either of them.
    Who could resist the sight of Bijou, her long hair falling around her soft skin, on her knees looking up at him with dark desire in her incredible eyes? He needed her mouth wrapped around his cock. He was already dripping in anticipation.
    Her breasts rose and fell, her nipples harder than ever. She wanted this every bit as much as he did, and that had him nearly falling to his own knees. He nudged her knees a little farther apart with his foot, enjoying the reality of her rather than an image. Her body was open to his, needy like his, and she licked her lips again as if she couldn’t wait to taste him.
    Already he could scent her call, that wild lavender honey wafting up from between her thighs to tease his senses and drive him insane with need all over again. She was leopard, she would take to every passionate, erotic lesson he gave her. He let her look her