“You are mine!” He tugged at her nipples with forefinger and thumb. She gasped, rocking her hips. “I’m not.” He leaned forward, gliding his tongue in the valley of her breasts and slowly licking his way to one nipple. He circled the hard tip, watching pleasure bloom on her features. “You are. Every inch,” he said, sucking hard on the little tip and listening to the music of her soft cry. “Every curve.” He moved to the other nipple for a bite. “Every part of you.” She gasped and moaned. “You have ownership issues.” He didn’t like the way she continued refusing him. Even as she offered her body for his taking. His lion roared, his fingers shifted to claws, tearing through the sweatpants and leaving the shredded material falling in tatters to the floor. He pushed her knees open, watching her glistening folds call out to him. He took a deep breath, pushed the lion back and shifted his claws back to fingers.
