I Want To Taste You

After he stripped off her boots, he tugged her pants down with unsteady hands. A curse built on his lips at his lack of control but he held it back.

Meeting her gaze, he froze. Her eyes were no longer pale but dark and full of promises he'd been fantasizing about for years. "I want to taste you." The words tore from him just as unsteadily as his damn hands.

In response, she grasped the bottom of her top and tugged it over her head.

All the air rushed from his lungs as she bared herself to him. No bra.

His eyes tracked down her lithe body. Lean and very strong. Her arms and legs were muscular but not bulky. Different than when she'd been human. 

Back then she'd been softer and more delicate. But her breasts were the same...the light brown nipples hardened under his gaze. His mouth watered as he stared. 

He wanted to run his tongue around each areola and watch her writhe under his kisses.