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“Please, Dev.” Arching to him, feeling the stroke of his fingers against the slick flesh between her thighs, Katie fought back a scream of agonizing need. “Please touch me.”
Yet, he was touching her.
Touching her in so many ways, stroking not just her flesh but also a part of her she didn’t know existed. A need she hadn’t known filled her.
* * *
God help him.
Devil fought for strength, for just the smallest measure of control as his lips moved unerringly to the sweet flesh between Katie’s thighs.
Never in his life had he ached to taste a woman as he did this one. Never had hunger, need, protectiveness and overwhelming emotion surged through him in such waves of uncontrolled impulses as they did now.
Pressing her thighs farther apart with one hand and brushing his lips against the petal-soft flesh between her thighs, there was no holding back another growl—a demand.
Her hips lifted to him.
Sheened with moisture, slick and tempting, the little bud of her clit peeked from between her folds, drawing his tongue and his hunger.
Sweet virgin.
How had he, the Devil of the Breeds, ever deserved a woman untouched, untutored and so hungry for him. It wasn’t just touch or sex, desire or release she ached for. She ached for him.
She was his.
From this moment on, tied not just by the emotions that would have arisen in time but were now flooding both their senses in overwhelming waves, but also by a heat neither of them could ever resist.
A sensual, sexual heat—a bond of ever-increasing pleasure—
* * *
For a moment, just a moment, Katie was certain she was finding a pace with the pleasure that she could process. Riding the waves of sensations, forcing air into her lungs, out again, she was able to actually make sense of some of the emotions tearing through her.
She could feel her heart racing, adrenaline infusing it as some hidden part of her senses seemed to open and reach out to him.
She’d never done that. She’d never opened herself to anyone but her parents. And never in her life had she opened herself as she was now. Reaching out to another and feeling him. She could feel him. Not just physically, not just his touch, his kiss, the lick of his tongue over her hip.
She could feel the darkness inside him struggling with a compassion and a hunger that so matched the hunger she’d known herself for years. A need to know another to the very depths of their soul.
A hunger to touch another’s soul as she was touching his now.
Then, his lips moved from her hip, down the bend of her thigh. They brushed against her mound, his breath feathering over the swollen, desperately aching bud of her clit.
Following the brush of air, his tongue sent her reeling.
Pressing between the plump folds of her flesh, it curled around the bud, stroked it, then his lips were drawing it inside and the thought of anything but surrendering to the crashing waves of fiery pleasure, rising emotions, and sheer desperation was a thing of the past.
“Look at me, Kate.” The demand was a harsh, primal growl that brought her eyes open, instantly meeting his as he stared up at her from between her thighs.
He hadn’t called her Katie, just Kate. Staring into his eyes, she realized that where others may not see or acknowledge the woman she was, this Breed could, at the very least, sense it.
She hadn’t been Katie, at least in her own mind, for a very long time.
As their eyes met, white-hot sensation lanced her clit, dragging her back from any personal revelations to a place where only the pleasure mattered.
His tongue licked as his cheeks hollowed, suckling it deeper inside his mouth as he seemed to find just the right spot with his tongue where the slightest stroke and just the right pressure began to amplify the tension now pouring through her body.
The pleasure was agonizing.
