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until they were as hard as pearls.
    “Take me,” she sobbed against his lips. “Now.”
    He shocked her again by pulling back, his hands remaining possessively on her breasts. “I will fuck you,” he vowed crudely. “But first I must taste you.”
    “Why,” she lamented. “I need…”
    A wicked smile split his demonically handsome face. “I will always give you what you need,” he purred, rubbing against her so intimately that all she could think about was getting him inside her to ease the insistent ache. “But I will also take what I want.” He slid down her body, his tongue and teeth wreaking havoc on her trembling muscles. “I am a Viking, after all. It is what we do.”
    He wasn’t gentle with her breasts, tormenting them with his lips and teeth until she gripped and clawed at his shoulders, leaving marks and saying things that had likely never been uttered within the walls of the abbey.
    His face, rough from a day’s growth of beard, abraded the delicate skin of her belly as his hand found the auburn curls between her parted thighs. He didn’t slip his fingers inside, didn’t tease her or pleasure her, just held his hand over her mound, and dipped his tongue into her navel.
    “I like to feel how warm you are,” he breathed. “How hot and wet I make you.”
    Kenna arched, rubbing herself shamelessly against his hand, riding a wave of pure, desperation.
    And still he remained motionless.
    “Please, touch me,” she begged.
    His laugh was low, yet full of victory. “I’ll do one better,” he murmured, pushing her legs as wide as her trembling muscles could allow them to part.
    With no preparation he burrowed his mouth into her moist cleft, latching on to her clitoris and lapping it until it was swollen and full.
    Ragged sounds of relief and frustration tore from her in tight sobs as his tongue circled and flicked, teased and tormented her to the edge of release only to pull away and start again. She begged him for mercy, pleaded for it with the innocence of a virgin and demanded it with the abandon of a whore.
    But he decided when his sweet torture would culminate, and he drew two fingers down her pink folds and slid them inside her.
    Kenna’s entire body tightened, arching and bucking against his mouth, releasing a rush of wetness against his fingers. For a moment nothing but the draw of his mouth existed. Nothing but the thrust of his fingers and the pulses they created surged through her body like a firestorm. She sang her pleasure in breathless screams that only lovers could hear as her soul burned with liquid desire.
    “Fuck,” Niall swore against her intimate flesh, his eyes burning as he watched his glistening fingers withdraw from her. “I was going to do this for hours,” he mourned. “But if I don’t take you now, I’ll be unmanned. You’re too fucking sweet.”
    He was on her again, big and demanding, drawing her beneath him and clamping her legs around his waist. “Take me now, my mate, take my body and my power. Take my heart along with my cock. It is all yours.”
    He sank inside her and Kenna moaned with relief. Tears pricked her eyes as she felt their connection deeper than before. Faster. His power was already transferring, fueling the inferno he’d ignited within her.
    He was deep and she was tight. And they were bound. Not just as mates, but as two people with a common goal. One that reached beyond pleasure, beyond tonight, and past tomorrow that may be or never be.
    The heat became hunger, then demand, and then was a lust so powerful Kenna came apart beneath it. His thrusts were rough and pulled a pleasure and pain that had simmered beneath her skin to a scorching rush through every nerve.
    She could feel him weaken, and still he thrust forward, his jaw setting with a determined emotion that both frightened and humbled her. “Take me,” he gritted through clenched teeth. “Take it from me.”
    She took it while he came, roaring and convulsing on top of her like the