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you.”
    “You’re right. I’m not a patient man, but I am very serious.” Ryan slid his hands down her arms, sending warmth through his system. The blanket sagged open revealing her pebbled nipples. He licked his lips, needing to taste the exposed flesh. “We’d better get dressed. If I stare at you much longer, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”
    Samara wriggled out of the blanket, until it pooled at her thighs. “No? I think you know exactly what you’re doing.”
    She wanted to toy with him? Perfect. “You started this.” Ryan scooped her out of the blanket and into his arms, capturing her mouth in a kiss. Taking the lead, she sucked on his tongue caressing and teasing him. Sizzles shot straight to his cock. He gasped and strode across the room in two strides. “And I intend to keep it going until we both drop, naughty girl.” He placed her on the couch and stepped back. “On your knees. I want to see your sweet ass.” He’d never hurt her, but how far would she trust him?
    Without a word, she draped herself over the arm of the sofa and presented her bottom. She glanced over her shoulder. “Like this?”
    “You cooperate well.” Ryan smoothed his hand over her creamy flesh, pleased when goose bumps prickled her skin. “I’ll reward you when I come back.” If he wanted to take her in every way, he needed a few supplies.
    His heart hammered in his chest as he sped to the bedroom.   As he rummaged through the bedside drawer, a slew of emotions bombarded him. Lust, desire, euphoria…love. He’d blurted his feelings only minutes earlier. Although she hadn’t reciprocated verbally, he read the passion in her eyes.
    Spirit Mate.
    The words sounded like bliss in his ears. He grabbed the bottle and foil packets and headed back to the living room. To some the idea of leaving Samara in the prone position might be considered torture. Seeing her obeying his command sent a tidal wave of craving through his veins. He crossed the room and slapped her ass with a loud crack.
    No yelp. No cry. Her strength in the face of challenge and the blossom of pink across her ass cheek spurred him on. “You deserve a reward.”
    Curling his fingers between her pussy lips, he smeared her cream over her clit. The tiny nub throbbed against his hand. He moaned and rubbed the slickness on his cock. “You’re wet for me?”
    “Yes.” Her hands fisted on either side of her head. “More.”
    Ryan spanked her bottom three times, smoothing the pads of his fingers over the tender skin between each strike. Instead of silence, Samara gasped and writhed against him.
    Halting her movements, he caressed her asshole with his thumb. “ Mine, and I’m not sharing.” Ever. Samara brought out feelings of forever he’d long buried. If she was his Spirit Mate, then he’d never love another woman until the day he died. Even more reason to prove she belonged to him. “Mine, beautiful girl.”
    She glanced over her shoulder. “Yes, please, fuck me.”
    The insistence in her voice combined with the level of trust she held for him caused him to pause. “Have you ever taken a man here?”
    “No, but I want you to.”
    Holy hell. No pause, no catch in her voice; just pure desire and certainty. “Then I need to prepare you.” He knelt on the floor, eye level with her pussy. The musky scent of her arousal drew him. He rubbed his nose along her inner thigh, basking in her femininity. Grabbing the lube, he warmed it in his palms. “A small chill.”
    She tensed momentarily as he squeezed the clear liquid onto her tight pucker. Using one finger, he entered her. “Push out, babe.”
    Although her knuckles turned white, she did as asked, welcoming more of his slick digit into her anus.
    “Oh my God!” Samara rode his hand as he added another finger to the tight space. “Please.”
    Parting her labia, he caressed her clit. “Are you begging for me?” Her cream coated his hand as her hips undulated. He pulled out of her ass,