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She reached for his hand and placed it on her stomach. “Until now.”
She saw him visibly shudder with unbridled hunger. His eyes were polished stones and the muscles in his gorgeous face were contracting, pulsing. He looked like he was barely holding on, like he wanted to attack and graze and savor, but was afraid of such force and passion.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, his gaze trained on her face, her eyes. “It’s there, Hallie.”
“What?”
“Your cat. I see her in your eyes.”
Hallie guided his hand down until the tips of his fingers threaded into the hair covering her sex. “What does she look like now?”
His nostrils flared. “Fearsome.”
She grinned.
He moved over her and his head dipped, his mouth closing over her nipple. Shards of exquisite pain lanced her pussy and she released a groan. His tongue was magic and talented, hot lashes and teasing bites. Her eyes closed and her hips canted and she commanded him to give her more, more, endlessly more.
“Oh, such soft fur you have, kitten.” His fingers slipped between the lips of her sex, and when he found her slick, he snarled against her wet bud.
She shivered and thrust her hips up, higher, mindless. “Is it always like this?” she whispered breathlessly. “Like you want to crawl into each other’s skin? Like you want to cry and laugh with each touch…each kiss? Like you don’t want to come, but yet you do…so desperately.”
“With the right one, it can be all of those things and more.” He lifted his head and gazed down at her. His eyes glowed with a savage fire. “I believe.”
Her breath hitched as he started to circle her clit. “You don’t know?”
He shook his head, slowly. “But I think I’m beginning to.”
She smiled, her heart clenching with a need to know everything about this male. How had he been sent to her? The One? Her One.
Don’t do that. Don’t claim him when you don’t know how he feels, what he wants, what’s coming.
“I want to feel inside you, Hallie,” he said, slipping his fingers from her clit and moving them down. “How wet you are. How tight. You have to guide me.”
She nodded. “But first…”
“Yes? Anything.”
Her grin widened. “Shirt. Off.”
His brow lifted.
“I want to feel your skin too.”
A slow smile touched his beautiful mouth. “Done.”
In seconds, he had his shirt and jacket off and his hands back where they belonged. Hallie held her breath waiting for the sweet invasion. And when he slid two fingers inside her, slow and deep, she gasped with unbridled pleasure. This. This was how it was supposed to feel. This was intimacy. Two beings wanting each other, connecting, making each other happy.
She never wanted it to end.
Cerviel found her mouth again and as he pumped her slowly, teasing her clit with his thumb, he kissed her. It wasn’t savage or hungry, though she loved when he kissed her that way. No, he took his time, sucking her lower lip into his mouth, playing with her tongue, gently feeding from her as he thrust. And she touched him, explored the hot skin of his chest and waves upon waves of muscle.
It was strange. An amazing brand of strange. She no longer knew where she was, only that she was under the spell of this male. She saw only his hair and his forehead as she blinked. She was given over to him—not by anyone else, but by herself.
It was as if she was meant for him. In an ancient way.
“Oh, Cerviel,” she suddenly gasped. He had stopped thrusting, but his fingers remained deep inside her. And he was doing something—something glorious, something that was making her insides quake and quicken. His fingertips were pressing on something… “It’s…” she began. “The pressure, it’s building, and the heat… I feel like I might go mad. It’s supposed to feel like this, right?”
He raised his head and stared down at her. “Hallie… Oh, my beautiful kitten, you’ve never come before?”
Tears pricked her eyes. Is that what
She saw him visibly shudder with unbridled hunger. His eyes were polished stones and the muscles in his gorgeous face were contracting, pulsing. He looked like he was barely holding on, like he wanted to attack and graze and savor, but was afraid of such force and passion.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, his gaze trained on her face, her eyes. “It’s there, Hallie.”
“What?”
“Your cat. I see her in your eyes.”
Hallie guided his hand down until the tips of his fingers threaded into the hair covering her sex. “What does she look like now?”
His nostrils flared. “Fearsome.”
She grinned.
He moved over her and his head dipped, his mouth closing over her nipple. Shards of exquisite pain lanced her pussy and she released a groan. His tongue was magic and talented, hot lashes and teasing bites. Her eyes closed and her hips canted and she commanded him to give her more, more, endlessly more.
“Oh, such soft fur you have, kitten.” His fingers slipped between the lips of her sex, and when he found her slick, he snarled against her wet bud.
She shivered and thrust her hips up, higher, mindless. “Is it always like this?” she whispered breathlessly. “Like you want to crawl into each other’s skin? Like you want to cry and laugh with each touch…each kiss? Like you don’t want to come, but yet you do…so desperately.”
“With the right one, it can be all of those things and more.” He lifted his head and gazed down at her. His eyes glowed with a savage fire. “I believe.”
Her breath hitched as he started to circle her clit. “You don’t know?”
He shook his head, slowly. “But I think I’m beginning to.”
She smiled, her heart clenching with a need to know everything about this male. How had he been sent to her? The One? Her One.
Don’t do that. Don’t claim him when you don’t know how he feels, what he wants, what’s coming.
“I want to feel inside you, Hallie,” he said, slipping his fingers from her clit and moving them down. “How wet you are. How tight. You have to guide me.”
She nodded. “But first…”
“Yes? Anything.”
Her grin widened. “Shirt. Off.”
His brow lifted.
“I want to feel your skin too.”
A slow smile touched his beautiful mouth. “Done.”
In seconds, he had his shirt and jacket off and his hands back where they belonged. Hallie held her breath waiting for the sweet invasion. And when he slid two fingers inside her, slow and deep, she gasped with unbridled pleasure. This. This was how it was supposed to feel. This was intimacy. Two beings wanting each other, connecting, making each other happy.
She never wanted it to end.
Cerviel found her mouth again and as he pumped her slowly, teasing her clit with his thumb, he kissed her. It wasn’t savage or hungry, though she loved when he kissed her that way. No, he took his time, sucking her lower lip into his mouth, playing with her tongue, gently feeding from her as he thrust. And she touched him, explored the hot skin of his chest and waves upon waves of muscle.
It was strange. An amazing brand of strange. She no longer knew where she was, only that she was under the spell of this male. She saw only his hair and his forehead as she blinked. She was given over to him—not by anyone else, but by herself.
It was as if she was meant for him. In an ancient way.
“Oh, Cerviel,” she suddenly gasped. He had stopped thrusting, but his fingers remained deep inside her. And he was doing something—something glorious, something that was making her insides quake and quicken. His fingertips were pressing on something… “It’s…” she began. “The pressure, it’s building, and the heat… I feel like I might go mad. It’s supposed to feel like this, right?”
He raised his head and stared down at her. “Hallie… Oh, my beautiful kitten, you’ve never come before?”
Tears pricked her eyes. Is that what
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