Denali
In Nash’s arms I forget the cell, the guards. I forget everything but the pull of his lips on mine.
I’m a new creation, all hot desire and electric sensation. My heartbeat trips as Nash breaks the kiss and fastens his mouth to my neck, teeth scraping over my pulse.
I whimper, hips jerking against him. He’s solid and strong, body taut and impressive. I wrap my legs around his waist and he lifts me, maneuvering me back on the bed so I’m under him, safe and protected.
“Denali,” he growls, eyes glowing amber. I’m sure mine are grey-blue. “I’m losing control. You should stop me—”
“I don’t want to stop.” I’ve never been with another lion before. I had no idea how compelling his closeness could be. I yank him closer. I can’t get enough of his scent, his heat, his hips cradled in mine.
