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her, resting his head against her breasts and listening as she moaned out her own peak, feeling the outpouring of heat and wetness inside her that mixed with his seed.
    Once he regained his senses, he was panting and still within her body. Not wanting to separate, he realized that more than just the need to fuck had eased within him. For a moment, he’d felt a satisfaction that always remained out of his grasp. In that final second when his seed spilled, he felt a calmness and peace in his heart that he could not explain. Remaining still, Connor listened to Moira’s racing heart, yet hammering within her chest.
    When her heart and breathing slowed, he lifted his head to look at her. Repletion made her features soften, made her look younger and more relaxed. Although his cock was still inside her, he allowed her hips down to the bed’s surface, and he moved up until he was level with her face. She’d not uttered a word other than her name. He knew nothing about her except that she was different from every other woman whose charms and heat and passion he’d sampled.
    Her lips were swollen, but he could not resist the urge to taste them once more. Leaning down, he slid his mouth across hers softly, so as not to bruise them. Then he claimed her mouth in a leisurely kiss, one meant to sooth and ease rather than to inflame. When his tongue touched hers and she shifted restlessly under him, he knew they had not ended their passionate encounter, but had only just begun something he did not understand.
    His cock did, for it lengthened and hardened within her, regardless of his intentions or plans. And his attempts to go slowly and savor the taste of her and scent of her skin did not last either, for passion flared hotly, and he took her another time without pause, without hesitation and without understanding how it could be this way between them.
    Connor was only able to slow down after a third and a fourth time, and only after he’d claimed her body and marked her not only with seed but with his mouth and teeth too many times to remember. And each time he reached his release and she screamed or moaned out hers, that same strange sense of peace filled him.
    He tried to think on it hours later, when darkness filled the room and she dozed at his side under the warmth of furs and blankets in his bed. Spent from the hours of passion between them, Connor began to fall under the spell of sleep. And as his body relaxed next to hers, his breathing matching her slow, deep pace, he realized what that elusive feeling was.
    Home.
    When he was deep within her, stroking her desire and forcing them to that peak of satisfaction, his heart felt like it had found the home he never thought he would have.
     
    She fought against the lethargy trying to claim her and waited until his breathing was slow and easy and she was certain he slept before trying to slide out of his embrace. The Seer never kept a woman in his bed for long; indeed, most never spent the night there, so she felt confident that he would not miss a body next to him. Moira slid quietly across the wide surface of the bed and down from it, walking slowly in the darkened chambers, trying to find her clothes and shoes without the benefit of lamp or torch to light the way.
    In a few moments, she’d dressed and made her way to the door. Turning back, she waited to see if he woke before she tried to leave. Though it was never her intent to bed him, only to get into his chambers to see the lay of it and to discover a hiding place for use in her plan, she did not hesitate to allow him to believe she was there to see to his needs. And then, when she’d thought that taking him in her mouth would be the fastest way to get through it, she’d looked into his eyes and had been caught up in the web of his desires…and something more.
    Moira had witnessed dozens of women approach him in the very same manner and end up in his bed and no worse for the experience. He drew them to him as flies to