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He moved. Toward her.
Plunging his hands into her hair, he arched her head back and slammed his mouth down on hers.
She sucked in a gasp, sealing them together more completely, their breaths becoming one.
Breaking the kiss, he painted a path down to her neck with his mouth and bit the arch where it flowed into her shoulder. “What are you after, Zee?”
She fisted her hands and rested them on his chest, her body trembling. “What are you doing?”
“Answer the question.” Tangling his fingers in her hair, he sent the remaining pins that had held the knot secured flying, then tugged her head back so he could look down into her flushed face. “What were you planning to find down in the bar?”
“You already know the answer to that.” Her lips were swollen but the lipstick must be quality stuff because it hadn’t smeared at all.
An image of her on her knees in front of him, those red, red lips wrapped around his dick flashed through his mind.
Groaning, he banished the erotic torment of a fantasy, sliding his hand from her scalp to her neck. Her pulse beat against the delicate skin like a trapped bird.
“You plan on finding some stranger to hook up with?” he asked, and even though he had no right to her loyalty, some part of him was devastated. “That’s really all you need? A quick, hard fuck?”
“I’ve learned to live without most of the things I once thought I needed, Niko,” she said. “I get by on what’s necessary to survive. And yes, a hard, fast fuck is all I’m out for.”
Somehow, despite everything, despite the guilt he carried, despite the anger he had for himself, she’d just savaged him.
He wanted to shake her, demand she stop this—demand she look for more. Other words burned in his throat and he feared if he let them loose, he’d destroy any chance he might have at ever getting her to forgive him.
Burying the hurt, the anger, the confusion, he pressed his mouth to her neck and bit her. Hauling her against him, he spun and pressed her to the door. Lips against her soft skin, he murmured, “Fine. If that’s all you want, who am I to tell you no?”
A few swipes of his claws and her jeans fell around her in shreds. Another swipe and the shirt parted down the front. It took seconds and then Zee was naked in front of him, her mouth parted in shock.
Before she could speak, he took those parted lips, thrusting his tongue inside as he slid his hand between her thighs and found her flesh slick and wet. She jolted when he touched her clitoris, a strangled cry leaving her throat. Grinding the heel of his hand lightly against her, he lifted his head just in time to see her eyes widen, the green glowing as her climax slammed into her.
The musk of her arousal perfumed the air, turning him into a greedy, hungry monster.
“I need a taste,” he muttered against her lips before dropping to his knees.
She stiffened, but he ignored it, wedging his shoulders between her thighs, then in the name of expediency, lifted her up and braced her back to the door. Holding her steady, he guided her legs over his shoulders. She was still shuddering, shaking when he slid his tongue around the stiff, swollen bud of her clit. Her moan was like music to his ears.
She fisted a hand in his hair and gasped out his name as he licked up all the honeyed sweetness and the beasts inside him snarled, outraged that she’d thought about finding another man.
Mine, he thought. You’re mine, Zee. I’ll make myself worthy of you again.
Stabbing his tongue into her, he worked her to the brink of the next orgasm—and it took so, so very little—but just when her muscles started to clench, he stopped, shifting his attention to the soft skin of her inner thighs, kissing and petting.
“Niko!”
He bit her and she went rigid, spine bowing in a long line.
“Please... ” she whispered.
He rose, need riding him like a demon. Cupping her chin in his hand, he kissed her, sharing the taste of her body. She closed her mouth around his tongue and sucked with greedy hunger.
The action went straight to his balls and he made a mental apology—whether she wanted seduction and tenderness didn’t matter, because he planned to give her those things.
But... not yet. Not until he’d sated them both, eased this gut-wrenching need.
After,he promised. I’ll pet and stroke and please you for hours... after.
Decision made, he all but shredded the fly of his jeans then picked her up, carried her the short distance to the sprawling expanse of the living room, and the plush, padded thick carpet. There, he put her down and turned her, cupping her breasts in his hands, massaging their full, heavy weight, nuzzling her neck.
