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super keen hearing were commonplace. Tense and agitated, Paige jumped at the slightest sound. Learning to filter the abundant sensory information newly streaming into her consciousness would take time and practice. Drinking would help her along, strengthen her, but he sensed she wasn’t ready to know that much. Making matters worse, his hunger simmered just below the surface, threatening everything. Cael needed to feed, and his desire for her to partake with him grew by the hour. As her Awakening progressed, lulling her with thrall would become ineffectual; initiating her was the only way to prepare her.
    Offering to make tea Paige disappeared into the kitchen, gifting him the opportunity to lay thicker enchantments around her, her home, and her thoughts. Fear and confusion rose like a beacon telepathically, leaving Cael desperate to staunch the outpouring of psychic energy rolling from her. Subtly he entered her mind, encouraging tranquility and repose. She settled under his comforting presence, and in her new quietness Cael wrapped her in his arms from behind. Fumbling with the kettle’s handle, Paige grew unsure under his intimate touch.
    How different from their dreams…
    In wakefulness, inhibition claimed her confidence. He kissed the side of her neck, tasting the saltiness of her skin, knowing he would take much more.
    “ So beautiful,” he husked near her ear.
    Her hand covered the arm held snugly about her waist, and she melted against his strength and security.
    “ I want to kiss ye proper, Paige Kinnell,” he murmured, turning her in his arms.
    She didn’t protest, turning willingly, welcoming his soft, sensual kiss. Hesitant and slow at first, her movements built in intensity as he deepened his exploration of her mouth. Cael’s strong hands slid over her, greedily seeking contact with her flesh, and she mimicked his overtures as passion swelled.
    Sliding his hand under her blouse, rubbing her soft skin, the firm globe of her breast beneath his palm, he gently held her, brushing her tightened flesh with his fingers. Her sharp intake of breath and stiffened posture halted his progression.
    “ Do ye wish me to stop, lass?” he asked in a husky rasp, planting small kisses along her jaw line.
    Still cupping her breast, venturing no further, Cael smiled against her skin as her pulse jumped beneath his lips. Luring. Inviting.
    “ I…it…it’s been a long time,” she confessed shyly.
    “ That’s not what I asked ye,” he reminded seductively.
    His fingertips brushed the underside of her breast, a faint caress. Satisfaction washed over him as her pupils dilated further, compounding as the scent of her arousal filled his lungs. Bending, Cael covered her mouth in a taking kiss, and she surrendered.
    “ No,” she whispered, “I want you to keep kissing me.”
    “ Ah, lass. I want to do more than kiss ye,” he murmured against her silken lips.
    Gathering her into his arms, not awaiting further assent on her part, he carried her up the stairs. Peeling the layers of clothing from her body as he expertly fanned the flames of her desire, Cael barely contained his own. He had to be careful, his thirst rearing, demanding he taste.
    Paige reveled in his powerful embrace, a strange excitement coursing through her as he deftly touched and tasted his way over her body. Cael was an aggressive lover, ruggedly enthusiastic in their love play, leaving no doubt he would be just as assertive during lovemaking. So unlike the single experience with her former fiance. Paige’s inexperience taunted, self-consciousness rising in her thoughts, questioning her ability to…
    Ye are perfect the way ye are, lass.
    So natural to hear her dream lover’s thoughts - Cael’s thoughts - that the absurdity failed to penetrate the veil of pleasure his words draped, blocking uncertainty and doubt. Giving herself to the present, Paige savored each caress, each kiss, growing wild with rising want. Heat spread where his hands trailed, her