I moaned in response to his brutal kiss, unclear why my hunger was so intense. I’d been truthful in wanting to hate him, to blame him and his friends for interrupting my mission.

Yet the closeness I’d felt from minute one had all but consumed me.

Now, with the way I felt from being in his strong arms, I was torn with the flood of emotions I didn’t understand.

Every aspect of the Savage was unforgiving, his actions rough and relentless. I’d never been kissed before, wondering if when it finally happened I’d be disappointed.

I wasn’t.

How could I be, since his claim of my mouth and my body had already weakened my knees. There was a strange set of feelings that I’d been unable to process, a longing that had struck me as hard as the anger I’d felt earlier.

Perhaps even more so.

All the warning bells were still going off in my mind, but they didn’t seem to matter. All that did was a crazy and random spot in my brain telling me that by being with him, I was safe.

His touch and the way he was holding me sent a wave of white-hot heat into my very core, leaving me trembling all over.

The kiss itself was pure liquid fire, creating a haze around my head that left me wanting more.

So much more.

My pussy throbbed, my nipples aching and unimaginable things skittered through my mind.

Filthy things I wanted him to do to me, cravings that no good girl should ever have, certainly not one incapable of caring about anyone. At least not this way.

Hunger coiled in my belly, a tight knot that threatened to consume me much like the man was doing. Correction, the Savage. I had to remind myself that only part of him was even human, but my control and all sense of decency had shattered. If this is what happened to men created in the image of a god, then I was all for it.

His tongue swept back and forth, consuming my mouth as his hold illustrated his control over me. How was that even possible? How could I allow him to touch me this way?

He was absolutely gorgeous, carved to perfection.

While at first his actions were frantic, now they’d slowed. He was taking his time, his actions slow and methodical. Tasting me.

Taunting me.

Uncontrollable need flared, driving aside rationality.

Every time he growled, the deep, intense sound vibrated against my skin leaving me breathless. No matter how many times I continued to tell myself I shouldn’t feel this way, my body refused to listen.