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bitten. Her hair was tangled and scattered everywhere. He wanted his hands in it, pulling her closer for his mouth.
    But first…
    He shoved his jeans over his hips, releasing his throbbing erection. He was harder than he’d ever been. Years of satisfying himself with his hand, and he was about to say bye-bye to that life forever. He finished shedding his pants and noticed her eyes on his length.
    “You wanted me too?” she whispered.
    “So many times, sweets. So many fucking times I can’t count.”
    She closed her eyes as if savoring his words, and his heart cracked wide open for her.
    “Oh, Dessy…” He was sad they’d wasted so much time. The past three years could’ve been completely different.
    But then, he wasn’t the same man now. And she wasn’t the same woman. And those years being her friend meant the world to him. Would he really have wanted to do it differently?
    He bent, shoving her shirt up so he could kiss her soft belly. He nuzzled her skin, relishing each tiny chill bump that raised in response. He moved farther upward, kissing the tender skin just below her breasts.
    Destiny’s hands flew to his head urging him on.
    He licked between the valley of her perfect breasts before lifting her enough to pull her shirt free.
    There she was, completely naked beneath him, warm soft flesh beckoning to be taken.
    Fucking gorgeous, his Dessy.
    “You’re perfect,” he groaned, and her cheeks went cherry red.
    He kissed her, unable to stop himself from exploring her mouth again. Those luscious lips that gave to his demands.
    Palming one firm breast, he squeezed, rolling his thumb around her nipple, needing it to be his tongue. He broke their kiss leaving her gasping, and pressed his lips along her throat, down her delicate collar bone, ending with his mouth sucking her tight tips.
    She squirmed beneath him, her hips sliding against his cock in the most torturous rhythm.
    “ Diz ,” she gasped over and over.
    “Does it feel good, Dessy? Tell me.”
    “ Yessss . But…”
    “But what?”
    He closed his teeth gently around one nipples testing her limits.
    “I… need…”
    “What, baby? What do you need?”
    “ More . You. Need you .”
    His breath left him, and he bowed his head, resting it on her sternum. She was ready. God, she was ready and he was going to take her for his own.
    Not that . Not mine .
    His wolf protested, but Diz refused to listen.
    He gripped his cock, pushing it against her entrance. He knew her last time had been long before the bears attacked. She’d be tight. He’d have to go slow. But he refused to hurt her.
    Lifting his head, he met her wide eyes. Her sweet and beautiful eyes. Her eyes that reminded him he was important to her.
    “Relax,” he whispered, caressing her cheek. “Take it.”
    She breathed deep, and he felt her opening relax enough for him to push inside. He forced himself to take it easy even though her walls seemed to pull at him. Her breath caught as he hit the back of her channel. But he was all the way in, and he panted through the urge to thrust.
    He focused on her eyes instead, reading the emotion there. So much of it. Love. Desire. Excitement.
    “I need to move,” he ground out.
    She nodded, looking nervous, and he knew she wasn’t ready. He needed to distract her. His head dropped to her shoulder and he started licking the soft cord of her neck. Her skin tasted like sweet sweat and sex and just… Dessy. She tasted like his Dessy, but with all this hot, sultry stuff he’d been dying for.
    She moaned, and he pulled halfway out of her tight sex, pushing carefully back in.
    “Yes,” she hissed. “ Yes .”
    Diz shook on the next thrust. There was no describing the feeling of finally being inside her, taking what he’d denied them both for so long.
    “That good?” he managed. “Like that?”
    “Perfect,” she groaned, squeezing his shoulders, her tiny claws digging in.
    He settled into a slow rhythm, savoring every long thrust and the way