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A moment. Bronze only granted her the briefest of moments to drink in the bare strength staring back at her from the lean slabs of muscle that caged her against the dresser. Beautiful. The observation, however, cost her greatly, though not particularly dearly. He captured her mouth again, and before she could chase his kiss any further, her dressing gown was pulled apart in one effortless tug. Silk separated from silk as the chilly air shocked her skin and his hands lifted her bare bottom to rest on top of the wood.
Her cry of surprise was savored by the drugging pulls of his mouth. Good. She didn’t want him to interpret any howls of her body as anything other than complete and total exhilaration.
“Ease back, princess. I’ve got you.” With one arm banding behind her waist, the other went to his pants. Working with more diligence than she thought possible, he freed himself and pressed the weight of his cock against her trembling inner thigh.
If she thought herself hot before, she had no idea how scorching the brand of his iron would feel against her sensitive skin. He held it so firmly to her she could feel the steady pulse of his life force beating into hers.
But her focus soon faded when his tongue, that infuriatingly masterful tongue, swept a trail down the column of her throat to her bare breasts. “Call me a bastard, but I haven’t gotten these perfect tits out of my mind.” He said it as if it was a sacred vow of some kind, where vulgarity was eschewed for the truth of his words. He dipped his head again and anointed each nipple with a reverent kiss one might bestow upon a king’s ring.
Clara didn’t know desperation could be painted so painfully on a male who was on the brink of pleasure, but it was there all the same. If he looked at her again, she was certain her heart would shatter into a thousand irreparable pieces for a male she couldn’t ever truly hold, not with what lay in store for them both.
So, instead, she sought out his cock, which still lay hard and molten against her inner thigh, and gripped it firmly.
“Fuck, Clara.”
Taking her cues from the way he leaned into her hold and how his forehead tightened into ripples of tension, she strengthened her grip and brought him to her slickened entrance. “You promised, Bronze.”
“Oh, I know. I fucking know, princess. It’s just . . .”
“Just what?”
He shook his head before settling his misted forehead against hers. “It’s just a bit of paradise. I definitely don’t deserve it, but I’ll gladly take it.”
Paradise. It was an elusive wonder she’d never allowed herself to contemplate.
“I should like to know it, too. Take me with you.”
Bronze’s chest grew impossibly bigger with each breath he took, as if some great part of the male had been stripped away and all that was left to sustain his breathing were giant industrious bellows.
“Always.”
His surge forward brought something neither of them expected. His eyes sparked with flashes of citrine that battled for dominion with the dim candlelight’s flames. The effect painted his bold features in an otherworldly tenderness. With the other few males she’d taken, she’d always been left as she was when she’d started the journey: unimpressed and unchanged.
With Bronze, however, Clara knew as surely as she knew her own name that none could ever come after him. None had ever made her feel altered at the cellular level and transported her over such exhilarating edges. She knew that every shudder racking her body was a sensation only granted to seldom few in the universe, and fortune had smiled upon them both.
Warm puffs of exertion tickled the side of her throat. She burrowed her hands beneath the back of his waistband, grasping the firm strength of his backside and urging him closer against her core.
Full. She was so incredibly full, and yet a part of her could never consume all of him. The rigidity of his spine, the stiffness of his shoulders, they all told a tale that this night would be one for quiet commiseration. A near loss for both parties. A close call that highlighted far more than either was willing to examine fully.
“Bronze. By the Moon Mother, you feel good. So full, but so good.” She would have preferred her words come out strong and secure, like that of a future monarch’s declaration. Instead, they came out raspy and desperate, fueled by far too much tenderness than she’d like, but hell if she could pull it all back now.
She cantered her hips forward, chasing his as he levered out of her in slow deliberate strokes. It took a moment, but soon they’d found their rhythm, and her forbearance on Bronze’s sensuous pace soon lapsed into what she could only describe as a measured frenzy, if such a thing was possible.
He was holding himself in check, however. It was clear as day, painted all over the carved lines of his biceps and shoulders. This male, this warrior, had a preference for a punishing pace, but he kept it reserved, restrained, for her.
“Tell me,” he rasped out and seemed to search her face for any sign that she was uncomfortable. “Are you okay? Does it feel?—”
“I’d be better if you cared for me the way I need to be cared for.” She gripped his shoulders and brought her body flush with his in entreaty, easing the swell of her breasts against his hard planes. “Like you did in the infirmary. No one’s ever made me feel like that.”
They locked eyes once more, her wolf’s stare battling for understanding and encouragement with his sentinel’s gaze. And then the world shifted. It was as if she released some sort of pressure valve, letting loose whatever bottled-up hesitancy still lay between them.
“Always.”
Again, he said that word, but this time, she was not prepared for the shifting undulation of his muscles beneath her fingers.
He ran his cock wild then, spurning it on like a stallion. Great arcing thrusts drove her higher onto the dresser. Every bounce of her breasts was caught with an eager lapping tongue as he piled into her with more energy than she thought a male capable.
He was feverish in his pitch and called forth her wolf’s rutting growls. Fingers curled into grappling claws, dragging him closer, deeper, higher, until a resounding cry stormed through her throat and erupted out of her.
