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Ian went lower, to his favorite place on her body—although he loved every inch of her. The scent of her there drove him mad with desire. So feminine, so wanton. He spread her gentle folds and put his mouth on her. A shudder went through her. She put her hands on his head, brushing her fingers through his hair, the touch sending soft waves of pleasure through him.

He kissed her there, in her most sensitive spot. She felt hot and silky and soft against him. She was the sweetest dessert he could ever get. He licked against her folds, and her legs tremored around him. He continued teasing her, right where he knew she loved it, and she awarded him with a satisfied, guttural moan.

She was his fae, the goddess of summer, Bride. And he was frozen and broken and in need of warmth.

He inserted a finger inside her, and her tight entrance took him in gently, bringing a surge of desire into his veins. She sucked in air, and he inserted another finger and found the most sensitive spot inside and began massaging her. She wriggled and writhed, rubbing herself against him with the rhythm of his movements. He licked, and sucked gently, and pinched the swelling bud of her sex.

She grew tighter and tighter around him and breathed faster and faster. Her voice grew louder and more and more needy.

She was close. And he wanted her to have more. He wanted to show her all the stars in the sky.

She’d said she found the commanding man desirable…

Ian withdrew, and in a fast move, flipped Kate over on her belly, dragging her delicious arse in the air, and bit her playfully.

“This arse is better than yer food,” he murmured, taking two handfuls, kneading the firm, abundant flesh.

She sucked in a breath. Ian bit her again on the other cheek, and couldn’t stop a growl from the sweet slide of her silky skin against him.

He continued to bite her softly, here and there, feeling himself harden even more. He didn’t think he had ever been this aroused. His balls would burst if he didn’t have her right now.

But this wasn’t about his pleasure.

This was about her.

His bonnie, kind, golden goddess from the future. Broken, like him.

He slid his hand between her thighs and found her sex again. She shuddered as he spread her folds gently and rubbed her while biting her at the same time.

“Ye like that, lass?”

“Oh God, yes,” she breathed.

“Ye will like this even more,” he promised.

He stood on his knees and placed his throbbing erection at the entrance to her sleek, wet sex. She gasped softly and made a circular movement with her arse, rubbing against him, and sent a lightning bolt of bliss through him.

He made a sound that was similar to a bear’s roar, then guided himself into her.

Oh dear lord. She was tight and sleek and took him in as if made for him. With one hand, he grabbed a handful of her hair, careful not to hurt her. With the other he held a handful of her hip. She was gorgeous, all his, and he all hers.

Oh, how he wished this was not the last time. But he would make it one to remember for a lifetime. A memory he could hold on to in the nights spent without her.

He moved out of her, then came back with a thrash, bursts of sunlight spreading through him. Then another thrust, and another. He bent and began fondling her engorged little bud. Kate whimpered, letting out small noises that made him drive into her even more wildly.

He sped up, the need to have her, the need to own her and be owned by her burned through him like a wildfire. She squeezed him, and he knew she was right there, on the thin blade of the orgasm.

He tightened, her excitement always spurring his own. With a violent wave of ecstasy that pulled him under like a storm surge, he spilled into her. He grabbed her hips to steady himself, thrusting over and over, wanting to give himself to her whole.

Till his last drop.

Her body shuddered, rocked by waves of delight as she cried his name again and again.

Then they both stilled, panting.

Kate flopped forward, then turned over and lay on her back, pulling him on top of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, meeting his lips in the most gentle kiss. They lay like that and breathed together, being one.

Even if just for a few moments.