by Kate Hill
Erotic Paranormal Romance
Kiara’s heart pounded and she tingled everywhere. For so long she’d dreamed about kissing and holding Bolt. Reality was even better than fantasy, though different. She’d never thought about certain things, like the sound of the low growls in his chest or the feel of certain scars on his back from injuries so deep that even with his regenerative powers they hadn’t healed perfectly.
He broke the kiss only to bury his face between her shoulder and neck. He licked and gently nipped her, making her quiver.
“Are you all right?” he asked in a husky whisper.
“Better than all right. Don’t stop touching me, Bolt. I want –”