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Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, the once muted desire flaring to an open flame, spreading through her body, blistering her senses.
The mating hormone she had been taking for so many years had kept it repressed, did keep it repressed, until he kissed her. Then it was like a hunger that had waited too long. A starvation that flared to life and overwhelmed.
“Damn you.” He nipped at her lips, licked over them. “You make me insane, Cassa. Like a madman that can’t get enough of the madness.”
He would have kissed her again. She knew it was coming, she was reaching for it, when the electronic beep of the elevator indicated their floor.
He drew back from her, took a hard breath, then gripped her hand and pulled her into the hall.
“Impatient?” she gasped.
If he wasn’t, then she damned sure was. As though all the pent-up anger and resentment didn’t matter any longer. As though the fierce fury that had thundered through her blood had suddenly morphed into something else. Arousal burned through her now. It hardened her breasts, pulsed in her clit and sent her juices spilling between her thighs.
She was wet and hot. Spoiling for a fight and spoiling for his touch.
“With you? I stay impatient,” he muttered as he shoved the key card into its slot and pushed the door open.
Any other woman might not have noticed how he quickly inhaled, the small pause before he entered, the way he used his senses to ensure the room was safe before pulling her inside.
“Great, now you have a key to my room. Tell me, Cabal, do you have keys to my car as well?” She knew he had keys to her apartment; he had surprised her more than once as she stepped inside to find him awaiting her.
“Probably. Somewhere,” he growled before he pushed her against the wall and took her lips again.
Nectar. Paradise. His kiss was almost an orgasm in and of itself. He took quick, hard little kisses, then settled his lips over hers and sipped delicately, then greedily. It was a smorgasbord of sensations and caresses.
One hand fisted in her hair, the other gripped her hip. Cassa was beyond shame or reticence. Her legs wrapped around his hips, tightened on him. Her hands were in his hair, and her lips and tongue caressed and stroked in turn.
The hard ridge of his cock notched against her sex—a heated, heavy weight that rubbed against her, ground into her and stroked her clit to a pinnacle of sensation.
She was burning for him now. The need had been an ache before he touched her, but now, now it was a flame searing her from the inside out.
“Burn, baby,” he growled against her lips. “Burn for me, Cassa.”
She was a flame in his arms.
Cabal had never known anything as hot, as sweet as Cassa. Her kiss. Her touch. The way her fingers threaded through his hair, tugged at it, pulled him closer. Her lips moved beneath his with heated demand, and what he didn’t give her, she tried to take.
Her tongue rubbed against his, and as he followed those wicked strokes, she drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked at it with delicate greed.
Cabal felt his entire body tighten, felt his cock jerk and harden further as he ground himself against the heated mound of her pussy.
“Cabal.” She breathed his name against his lips, then her sweet little tongue stroked across them, eluding his kiss as it moved farther away to stroke down his neck.
The rasp of her teeth had a growl rumbling in his chest. His hands tightened on her rear, clenching in the bunched muscles there as he lifted her closer, pressed her harder to the wall and ground his cock powerfully against her pussy.
He was on fire for her. Son of a bitch, he was burning for her.
“You’re going to push me too close to the edge.” He was almost panting, the need for her growing so sharp, so desperate, that holding on to his control was becoming no more than a wish.
“You already pushed me past mine.” She bit at his neck, and damn if the pleasure didn’t intensify tenfold. Those sharp little teeth of hers nipped, her silken little tongue stroked and pleasure struck his balls like a bolt of lightning.
“Let me down.” She wiggled in his grasp. “Let me go, Cabal.”
He released her rear, allowed her legs to slide down and tried to catch her lips with his once again.
“Not yet.” She slapped at his hands as he glared at her, outraged.
“What the hell do you mean, ‘not yet’?” He could barely push the words past his lips as her soft hands slipped beneath his shirt.
