“I can feel your seething rage, Little Animal.” He rumbled. “How badly you want to fight me…”
He reached up to massage both breasts with huge hands. Rolling them together and watching the inner curves brushing. Giving special attention to the exposed nipple. Leaning over me, he blew lightly on it.
My back spasmed as though he’d stuck a hot rod on me.
His lips wrapped it and he began kissing it. Drawing it deep in his mouth and swirling around it with a rough tongue.
A tiny squeak erupted from my throat, and I was arching away from him. Driving my head into the bed and trying to get my feet on the edge of the bed to get some leverage to push myself further up toward the headboard.