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immersed in shadow. The fast rise and fall of his chest spoke of his anger and she sank onto the mattress. Defeated, she murmured, “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”
    Slowly, Brooks approached and crouched in front of her. His eyes had dimmed and he stared at her for a long time. Then, gently, he held her jaw and kissed her like Daniel had all those years ago. The dam of emotion broke in her as he lapped gently against her mouth and she opened for him, allowing him to run slow strokes with his tongue. If a man loved her, she could imagine this is what it would feel like.
    His hand traveled up her ribs and to the curve of her bra. He reached around and unhooked it with a quiet snick . Vulnerable and completely naked, she lay down in front of him and watched his eyes rake over her skin.
    “You’re beautiful,” he murmured in a reverent , gravelly voice.
    Tracing his collar bone as the muscles rippled beneath it, she whispered, “So are you.” He always had been.
    Reaching between her legs, he leaned down and kissed her as he pressed a finger inside of her. She sighed as she rolled her hips toward him, encouraging his touch. He dropped his forehead against her chin and groaned. “You’re so wet.”
    Her cheeks burned. “Is that bad?”
    With a deep chuckle, he slid out of his pants and guided her hand to his cock, which seemed even bigger and harder now. “No, it’s not bad, Corin. It’s sexy.”
    What was sexy was the way her name rolled off of his sensual lips. She pulled a long stroke of the satiny skin of his shaft, and his hips jerked, then pressed against her again.
    “You want me to use a condom?” he asked.
    She wasn’t in heat, plus…
    “I die at dawn, remember? You don’t have to worry about getting me with cub.”
    “Stop saying that.” Kisses trailed down her neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. “Tell me if I hurt you,” he whispered, hovering over her entrance.
    His skin brushed hers , and she rocked her hips instinctively and spread her knees wider. “I trust you.”
    Lowering down, he slid into her slowly, stretching her until he was nestled deep inside of her. Pleasure overrode the tingling sensation of pain. Brooks’ arms were shaking, as if he were holding himself in check, and he pulled almost all the way out, only to press into her again.
    Such intimacy was beyond her, and in desperation to cling to this feeling of utter abandon, she kissed his throat and hugged him tighter against her.
    She wanted more of him. She wanted everything.
    He groaned, the sound a mixture of pleasure and discomfort and she marveled at how well she understood him in this moment. The pressure building inside of her was almost excruciating as she strained for release too.
    Over and over, he moved inside of her filling her, and depleting her, only to fill her again. Writhing against him, she whispered his name as her orgasm crashed through her. With a growl, Brooks thrust into her deep and stilled, then bucked a couple more times as he shot his throbbing hot release into her. She clawed his back as her pulsing aftershocks mirrored his.
    Nothing else could touch this feeling. She was flying, spinning, falling and sa tisfaction pooled deep in her belly. “You tried for me,” she whispered in awe.
    Teeth grazing the flesh of her shoulder, he pulled out of her slowly. “Stay right there.”
    A bag rustled, then the sharp crack of a plastic water bottle being opened filled the darkness. When he returned, he was holding something.
    “Spread your legs for me,” he said, lying beside her.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “Cleaning you.”
    “Oh.” Spreading her legs, she grinned as he ran a wet washcloth in gentle strokes against her sex. “Do men…is that what people do after…you know?”
    “ Do men usually clean their women after sex? I don’t know. I haven’t before, but you bled.”
    She smelled it then, the metallic scent of blood. Embarrassed, she turned her