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knees on the bed. She arched her back, presenting herself to him, completely unashamed of her nakedness or of letting him know how badly she wanted him.
     
    Kristofer grasped her hips and she groaned and pressed back against him as he swiped his tongue along her slick slit, from her swollen clit to the rosette of her anus. Her pussy clenched and throbbed with the desire to feel him moving inside her again, possessing her.
     
    She squirmed with pleasure as he covered her, his chest and belly burning-hot against her back, and a shudder ran through her as she felt the heat of his breath against her neck and heard his low, needful growl in her ear.
     
    He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, rubbing himself against her in a slow, teasing rhythm, allowing their juices to mingle, and Caitlin found herself muttering senseless words of desire and invitation. She dug her fingers into the bedcovers and pressed back against him, eager to take him inside, but he pulled back, teasing her, keeping himself a scant, tantalizing half-inch inside her channel.
     
    “Kristofer,” she growled, and her voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable to her own ears. “Fuck me – please fuck me.”
     
    Kristofer plunged inside her, seating himself to the hilt, pressing as far as he could inside her and rolling his hips to enjoy the full sensation of her spasming heat around him. Caitlin allowed her head to drop, eyes squeezed shut, on the brink of another orgasm just from his brief, powerful invasion of her body. Every nerve ending thrummed and she found herself fighting for breath again as he started to move inside her.
     
    His claiming was rough, primal, but so skilled that at once she found herself caught up in the thrilling, electrical sensation of orgasm as it washed over her body in peristaltic waves, leaving her trembling and weak even as he continued to thrust, driving her mercilessly, unrelentingly back towards the brink.
     
    She could feel the heaving of his chest and the rapid pounding of his heart against her back, and she marveled at his control as he continued to drive into her. She shuddered blissfully as she felt his teeth on the nape of her neck, a wild, instinctive claiming that had her crying out with a feeling of need and desire and completion and belonging she had never dreamed existed.
     
    She arched her back further, allowing him total access to her, and rolled her hips in a wanton attempt to drive him over the edge, to give him a taste of the overwhelming bliss she felt when he was inside her.
     
    Kristofer gave a series of low groans with each thrust and then, as she clenched and spasmed around him, hammered into her with abandon, all restraint and control gone as he came inside her.
     
    He collapsed to one side, drawing her after him and holding her in his muscular arms. They didn’t speak, fighting for breath and wordlessly spent. As her heart rate slowed and the sweat began to cool on their skin, Caitlin drifted into an exhausted sleep, her mind still hazed with lust.
     

Chapter 8
     
                  She woke to the sound of bird song, and sat up with a start.  She felt as if she’d just run a full marathon.  Achy all over, but delicious.  Glancing over to her right, she saw that the huge window, which led to a balcony, had been flung open, letting in the sound of birds chirping and wolves howling off in the distance.
                  Images from the night before flooded her mind, and she felt her cheeks flushing.  Good God, the things she’d said. The things she’d begged him to do. And he’d done them, all.
                  She looked next to her, but Kristofer wasn’t there. Then she heard him talking. He was already awake, standing across the room, stark naked, talking on the cell phone. He was perfect from behind. Broad, muscular back. Round, firm butt sculpted by Michelangelo.
                  Was it possible that the moonrise pheromones had