Christine Feehan Quote

I know you are afraid, he whispered softly, his hands sliding up her rib cage to her breasts. But I am no longer a beast. You leashed the demon. There is only me, a man who very much wants to make love to his lifemate. She felt his breath against her nipple. Let me show you how it is supposed to be. Beautiful. Such pleasure.I can bring you so much pleasure, His mouth closed over her breast, hot and moist. The sound of his voice was memerizing, enticing. She could get caught up forever in the mere sound of it. There was no thought in his mind for his own burning body, his own urgent demands; he wanted to show her the beauty and pleasure of true mating.Flames raced through her blood and licked down her skin at the intensity of the eroticism, the craving his mouth at her breast created. She moaned, low and soft, the note brushing at his soul like the flutter of butterfly wings. Her hands slid over his back, tracing each defined muscle with her fingertips, commiting him to memory. Tears filled her eyes. How could a man be so sensual, so perfect? He was stealing her will as easily as he was stealing her body.Want me, Savannah, he whispered softly. Want me the way I want you.