So, despite the urgent desire to gather her in, to pin her to the bed and take her, to pound his heat and love into her, he kept every touch soft and slow, every slide of his lips, every delve with his tongue—all of it gentle, tender. He kissed her not with his heat, but with his care, his awareness, his desire to protect.
Falling in Love with the King of Beasts
Fantasy · AimeeLynn
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