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    Loribelle Hunt

    reaction. Would he ever speak?
    He came down on top of her, nestled between her legs.
    “So beautiful,” he whispered, taking her face in his hands, and then she quit thinking altogether.
    He kissed his way down her neck, pausing at her collarbone, continued to trail kisses to her breasts. At first, he visited each with reverence, as if paying homage, then concentrated on her nipples. He bit, he laved, he sucked. She was in heaven.
    Thank God he wasn’t done. Slowly trailing downward, he kissed his way to her belly. He tongued her navel, and fire shot to her pussy. Her hips arched up, trying to find his mouth, and he made his way lower. He sucked on her clit, and she felt the waves build and roll, and after what seemed an eternity of waiting for this one man, her orgasm rolled through her. The intensity left her weak and shaking; she had never felt anything like it. So this is how it’s supposed to be!
    He held onto his control by a very thin thread. His wolf demanded he plunge into her, claim her now and irrevocably, but a small sane part of him remembered that he wanted— needed —more than physical compliance.
    Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful . Her response was tentative and unaffected; when she came apart in his mouth he almost joined her. With her taste still on his tongue, he leaned up to kiss her again, fingers delving into her, preparing her for the invasion of his cock. So tight. He sucked in a hard breath, imagining her clamping around him.
    His tongue imitated the rhythm his body demanded, plunging quickly in and out, and when he felt her begin to cling against his hand, he knew she was ready. Inch by slow inch he sank into her, wanting to savor the sensation. He gritted his teeth, holding completely still and riding out her second orgasm. When it was finished, he began to stroke a fast and furious rhythm for himself.
    He’d never felt anything so intense. Sex was a means to an end, a tension relieving exercise. This was…he wasn’t sure. Almost too intense, he decided, not examining it too closely. It was enough to know he could have it over and over again. His orgasm didn’t build in the increments he 15

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    was accustomed to. It overwhelmed him, striking all at once, leaving him spent and replete in her arms.

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    Glaring at the bleeping alarm with its bright red 2:30 staring back at her, Tara managed to hit the snooze button and fall back on the bed. Right into Trey. Oh my . She smiled, pleasure licking deliciously at her insides.
    Not a dream after all. Planning an unhurried study, she rolled over to find him propped on one elbow, watching her.
    “Hey,” she said, heat thrumming through her.
    That shouldn’t be possible. After the third time he woke her in the night, she should be uninterested. The tenderness between her thighs was certainly at odds with the lust in her blood. She couldn’t help the wince that went through her when his fingers gently fluttered over her pussy.
    “You’re sore,” he said, eyes blazing.
    And getting wetter by the second. A thrill went through her, knowing he couldn’t miss that little piece of news.
    Instead of rolling over her, he stood and walked into her tiny bathroom. She heard him rummaging around the cabinet, and wondered for half a second what he was looking for before diving back under the covers. When he lifted the blankets to get back in bed, cool air bit at her skin and goose bumps rose along her body. She shivered when he rolled her easily onto her stomach and dribbled something on her back.
    She yelped. “Hey, that’s cold!”
    “Baby oil,” he grunted. “A backrub will help loosen up stiff muscles,” he whispered close to her ear.
    He stretched out next to her, his body heat seeping into her skin.
    The shivering subsided while his hands gently traced the contours of her