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When she opened her eyes and looked into his, they had shifted to a molten honey color. "Kari Delaney, would you allow me to mate with you?" he asked.
"Of course, you impossible man." And she meant it. There was no other path for her; there was no other man who could give her the sense of home and solace that she had been looking for most of her life. She knew she would crave Declan for the rest of eternity. Not even death could absolve her of this addiction. And she wasn't going to torture either of them by denying him a second longer.
She stepped back and pulled her sweater up over her head. She reached for her waist and unzipped her skirt's long zipper. Letting it pool at her feet, she stood in front of him in just her stockings, panties and bra.
He swallowed hard, looking at her. The emotion in his eyes made her feel bold and loved. It didn't take him two seconds to rip his clothes away.
"You might have wanted those pants later, now look at them," she teased.
He growled low in his throat, stalking forward. She thought he would pounce like his lion, but he didn't. He very gently picked her up and set her on the bed. He joined her there and looked down. Starting with her foot, he rubbed his cheek against her inner leg. He smiled. "Your stockings are silk," he stated.
"What?" she asked distracted by the feel of his warm hands on her legs.
"Silk. Your stockings are silk."
"Yes," she said closing her eyes.
Gently, he reached up to her upper thigh and began to roll them down her leg. He left the garters in place but removed her panties. He ignored the juncture of her thighs and turned his attention back to her legs again. His stubbled cheek scratched and teased her. Now that the stockings were gone, she could feel his touch that much more. He made his way up one thigh, and just as she felt his breath on her mound, he switched legs and began rubbing his scent on her again.
He worshiped every inch of her legs. By the time he settled between her upper thighs and grasped her hips, she was a trembling mess.
"Please," she begged, wanting more.
"We haven't even gotten to the good part yet," he teased, gently reaching between her legs to spread her wide. He grinned and then bent his head. A second later, an orgasm took her by surprise as it ripped through her. His tongue felt like a thousand rough bristles. It bordered on painful but not enough to tell him to stop. Every time he caressed her, she jerked and moaned. He kept her on edge between one orgasm and the next. He flattened his tongue and licked her from her opening all the way to her clit. Over and over again, like a kitten with cream, he licked, nipped, and buried his tongue deep inside her.
When his coarse tongue stroked the inside of her channel, she became unglued. Never before had she experienced something like this. She buried her hands in his hair and tried to pull him closer. His hands came up under her ass and gripped each cheek. He went wild, alternating between gentle and primitive. When she finally didn't think she could handle anymore, he plunged two thick fingers deep inside her. The speed and the unexpectedness of the action drove her over the edge. She screamed again. He leaned up, licking his lips. "Are you ready, my love?" he asked.
"I think you have killed me," she replied, breathing heavily. He chuckled--the masculine sound of a lover who knew he had satisfied his partner beyond measure. "I do not know why you look so satisfied. I am the one who is perfectly sated." She reached out both arms. "Come to me," she said simply.
He reached down between them and guided the thick head of his cock deep inside her. After the wild abandon he'd shown her before, this was surprisingly gentle and tender. He took his time and seemed to be in no rush. His eyes never left hers, staying locked as he plunged deep and pulled out slowly. Gently, inch by inch, he penetrated her only to withdraw and slam back. He was taking his time and learning her body, what she liked, what she didn't.
He leaned forward, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She wanted as much skin touching as possible as he slowly bu
ilt the fire again. The longer they made love, the larger the head of his cock seemed to get. He stretched her, filled her, and rubbed over that one elusive spot that seemed to drive her crazy.
"Close," she whispered. She thought he would pick up the pace and send her out of control but he didn't. He continued a slow and steady grind, keeping her orgasm just out of reach. She pulled his body close, her fingers digging deep into his back. "Please," she begged. He stopped and gently kissed her on the lips. When he plunged deep inside her, he exposed his throat. She struck, sinking her fangs deep into his throat. Her feeding broke his control, and he snapped his hips repeatedly, driving her into the mattress. She was as deep inside him as she could get, and he was as deep inside her as he could get. His yelled out her name in a hoarse voice over her head, and she felt as if her body simply exploded.
No one could experience that much pleasure and live. Every drop of sweat merged them together, every drop of blood fused their hearts, and every wave of pleasure mixed and mingled their souls together. The core of their beings rose up out of their bodies like a mist. There was no Kari without a piece of Declan, and there was no Declan without a piece of Kari. There was now a new Kari and Declan. The new soul divided in half and returned to their bodies. When she licked the holes on his neck closed, he slumped to one side.
She never knew mating could be like this. She was no longer just Kari, she would never be just Kari again. She couldn't help it; she burst into tears.
Concerned, Declan immediately sat up in bed. "What did I do? Did I hurt you?"
She shook her head and covered her hand eyes with her hands. "No, it was perfect. I will never be alone again," she whispered.
"Of course not." He pulled her close. "Get some rest, we can lay here until dinner."
They dozed together for a couple hours before Kari woke and turned on her side. She ran a hand up and down his chest, from his collarbone to his abs, enjoying the freedom to touch him. "Can I bring up something without you getting angry?" She didn't to spoil the afterglow of their mating.
He stirred and opened his eyes. "You can tell me anything. I doubt you could do anything to make me angry."
She snorted. "Do not make that bet."
He kissed the top of the head. "Go on," he urged.
"The thing is, growing up, I always wanted somewhere to call my own, with the furniture I had picked out, the kitchen set up the way I wanted, and the colors I liked. When my business was finally doing well and I had enough money, I bought my condo. It was this old brick building in the first town where I truly felt welcomed and where I met my adopted brother. It sort of became home for me. I visited and lived in other cities, but I always seemed to end up back there. So when it came time to settle my business, that's where I wanted to stay. It is just this small town, in the middle of nowhere, but it is home. I do not know how I can give that up."
"Do you want to move there?" he asked.
