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He pressed more kisses to my neck, my jaw.

His fingers were still deep inside me, and I squeezed my thighs around his thick wrist, not even ashamed that I was silently asking him to stay where he was—inside me.

Because I wanted more.

I needed it.

Chapter 17

Warrick

Her thighs clenched around my forearm as if she thought I was done with her.

Fuck.

No.

I knew what she was doing. My dove was using pleasure to forget her pain, like she’d tried to last night.

Only now her emotions were less volatile and more focused. She wanted this, needed it from me. I’d finally been able to give her pleasure, to make her come, and if that’s what she needed, I sure as fuck wasn’t finished making her feel good. Soon enough she’d be back to her tasks, the next trial, to worrying about her family and the fox. I wanted to make her feel good, to take her mind off all that shit, even it was just a short time.

Carefully, I pried her thighs apart and slid my fingers free of her tight pussy, gritting my teeth when she whimpered. Fuck. The driving need of the beast thrumming through me had every instinct in me roaring to take her, to finally make her mine. I fought it back and, instead, lifted her off the bed.

“Where are we going?” she asked, sounding almost groggy.

The sound of satisfaction in her voice pleased me, filled me with pride. I’d made her come hard, and I intended to do it again. “Gonna clean the mud off, dove.”

In the bathroom, I removed the rest of her clothing, and possessiveness swelled in my chest that she’d allowed me to do that for her. As if she knew it was my right, as if she’d finally accepted that she was mine.

Turning on the shower, I moved quickly, getting what I needed, not wanting to give her time to change her mind, to run from me again. I felt her eyes on me, watching my every move, and as soon as the water was warm, I closed in on her again, the beast taking the lead for a moment, all but herding her into the stall.

She didn’t protest, no, she sighed as the hot water hit her skin. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and climbed in, and her gaze drifted over my naked body hungrily.

I liked the way she looked at me, especially when I was naked and she wasn’t trying to hide her lust. Not that she ever truly could; the scent of her need filled my senses, drove me wild every time we were together. Backing her up against the shower wall, I grabbed the soap, lathered it between my hands, then ran them over her shoulders, her arms, washing the dirt from her skin.

“You don’t need to do that,” she whispered, looking up at me, eyes wide, fuck, vulnerable like an abandoned baby dear. I wanted to haul her into my arms and hold her to me, to protect her from everything that hurt her, to keep her safe in this room with me for the rest of time. I’d never felt this way in my life and the power of it was a staggering force inside me. “Warrick?”

The husky note to her voice when she said my name made my scalp tingle and my cock throb. “I want to do it.”

I lathered my hands again and slid them over her shoulders a second time, then around her delicate throat, washing away the dirt streaked there, then back down.

Her breath hitched as I slid my hands over her full tits, soaping up her sweet little nipples, so tight and desperate for my mouth. I worked them between my fingers first, and she gripped my biceps to hold herself up, a groan slipping past her lips.

“I haven’t tasted you here yet, dove,” I said as I washed the soap away.

“No, you haven’t,” she said.

No resistance, full surrender.

It would be so easy to take advantage of that, to take what I wanted, but I would never do that, no matter how much the beast in me howled for it—for her. If I did that now, while she was in pain, I would lose her forever. Yes, she was the strongest female I’d ever met, but here, now, she seemed almost fragile, breakable. My dove needed me to take care of her. And I wanted that, too, and surprisingly, it was even stronger than my need to fuck her.

Anything else would end up hurting her, and every part of me abhorred the very idea. Instead, I took her mouth in another kiss. My dove liked the way I kissed her. The scent of her arousal increased every time, but it was more than that. When Lucifer created us, he’d given us heightened senses that went beyond scent, sound, touch, and taste.

The reason hellhounds were so good at fucking was our ability to register pleasure. We knew when a sexual partner enjoyed what we were doing.

It was the same with all emotions, really. Which meant, although I hadn’t experienced a great many myself, I understood them.

Which was how I knew it made her happy when I kissed her, in a way that went beyond the physical. It was something I’d never felt before, not in myself, and not in others, maybe because I’d never once sought anything beyond the physical before. The females I’d bedded in the past hadn’t been interested in anything other than getting off.