He gulped. His body shuddered. It was as if he was committing her to his memory.

"Fuck me!"

He said, "For the record, I have never touched Lillete." She lay still under his gaze not bothering about what he just said. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life, Ana," he said. "When I look at you, it's so... painful."

Ileus dipped his head to her face and brushed his lips over hers before demanding to explore her mouth. Once she opened, he kissed her passionately. He moaned inside her.

Anastasia shivered. Her hands went to his shirt and it came out the next second. For the first time she was naked in front of him and so was he... in private. And he was gorgeous. His sun tanned body glowed under the soft buttery light of the hearth. When he pulled away, he lazily brushed his hands up and down the sides of her chest and stomach. He brought his leg on the other side of hers and supported his body with his hands on either side of her. She was beneath him.

Yes, he was... magnificent. And the sight of him in all his naked glory dulled her wits, set her body on fire. All that flawless, tanned skin was every inch delectable. His broad chest and shoulders were muscular with every muscle well defined... now bulging. His body was shaped like the warrior he was. Her eyes fondly took in all those shapely muscles tapering from his broad chest down to his narrow hips. On his hard as stone torso were dark hair that started from the center of his chest, a fine line trailed down to his navel and lower. She marveled the rigid hollows in the sides of his hips. She bit her lip as she held her gaze and willed not to see further down. But-

"Oh god!" she rasped. It wasn't the first time she had seen it. But she was sure that every time she saw it, it would bring forth the same reaction in her. Her gaze strayed to where his hard erection was hanging. She blushed and then dragged her gaze back to his face. He was the perfect man she had ever seen.

Her fingers itched to touch that erection and nuzzle her face. Why was her mind going to the gutters? She just couldn't help it! His hair fell on his forehead and she wanted to grab them, feel them.

Greedily, she drank his features. He was epitome of masculine perfection. "I can look at you all day," she said in a low, husky voice.

"And I can look at you all day," he replied. "And I can't bear the idea of sharing you with anyone else. I will murder whoever tries to touch you, Ana." His jaws were clenched at the thought. He crawled over her and the hair of his chest brushed against her naked breasts. The way his erection nestled against her belly, it made her gasp. He curled his finger beneath her chin and lifted her face. When he was merely an inch close, he asked, "When were you last on heats, Ana?"

"It's almost time for the next ones to arrive."

"Good!" he said as he leaned closer, his eyes darting between her lips and eyes. "Because I am not on protection." He brushed her lips with his and she closed her eyes feeling the rhythm of his heart going in sync with her. Once again he delved into her mouth. His hand trailed down from her shoulders to her arm and belly and thighs. When his fingers moved between her thighs, her hips undulated. This was the first time he had touched her there and she moaned in his mouth as raw sensation filled her. She wrapped her hand around his neck, grabbed the raven black silky hair and undulated her hips beneath him.

Once he was done kissing her mouth, he trailed his kisses to her neck, her shoulders and then to her breasts. "I can never have enough of these," he said and latched on to one of them. He suckled it hard while kneading the other one with his free hand. When he was done with it, he went to her other nipple and grazed it with his fangs. She almost cried out. Ileus left her nipple with a sound and went lower to her belly where he kissed her dips and moved lower.

Anastasia gasped. His warm breath fanned her sex and she squirmed, anticipating what he would do next. Suddenly, his mouth dipped between her thighs and she let out a cry. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as if it would leap out. She had never in her life experienced such a sensation when his tongue flicked somewhere between her folds. She held the edges of the pillow hoping she would last. Tension built in her belly with every stroke of his tongue. She closed her eyes, arched her back and writhed below him to give him more. She moaned incoherently something that sounded like his name. She felt his hands opening her folds and deep inside her muscles coiled with tension. She didn't know where, but when he flicked it down over there, she cried loud and shattered, screaming his name or whatever came to her mind.

But Ileus wasn't done. He took his hands beneath her hips and propped them up a little to suck her core. He latched onto it and Anastasia's body trembled. "Oh god, oh god... not fair..." she thrashed her head against the pillow. His fangs grazed her over there and she pressed her thighs around his head, but Ileus spread her thighs apart and pinned them with his hands. He delved his tongue inside and Anastasia thought she was going to explode... again. She heard his growl against her core and the bundle of nerves out there clenched.

"Mine!" he growled, as instincts... as basic raw need ravaged him. His wolf wanted to come out and he had to will it to stay down.