His heart damn near did double-time every time he dipped his tongue into her mouth. And Christ, to feel the softness of her skin against his made his balls tighten with anticipation. Bast wanted to touch her everywhere. To taste every little place. To find the secret spots that made her gasp or shudder. He wanted to come inside her. Mark her. Claim her. The worst of it was that he wanted to do all of these things at once. Instead, Bast took his time. He caressed the shell of her ear, his fingers trailing down to the lobe. The pulse in her neck jumped delicately as he found its beat beneath slowly roaming fingertips. Alice turned into him, perhaps even unconsciously, as they kissed, giving him unspoken approval to learn her body. The faintest remnant from the last time he’d bitten her remained, and just the sight coaxed a low groan from him. “You still wear my mark,” he murmured, lips brushing her goose-bumped skin.
