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Alyssa didn’t say anything, but heat sprang to life.

“Is this for me?” Drew pointed to the wineglass on the table.

“Yes.”

Nodding, he picked it up and took a drink. His masculine hands, wrapped around such a fragile piece of drinkware reminded her of his fingers wrapped around her hips.

Drew’s finger slipped beneath the mesh sleeve of her top. His warm finger trailed along her arm. “Is this for me?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He tugged on the blanket. Alyssa allowed it to slide out from between them. His gaze dropped, taking in her risqué outfit. His hand followed, cupping one breast and rubbing his thumb across the nipple.

Her breath caught as she arched into his touch.

“Fuck me, Alyssa.” Raw hunger lit his gaze when he looked at her. “What brought this on?”

“I wanted today to be special.”

His brow creased with confusion. “I’m not complaining, but what’s today? Did I forget about something?”

She shook her head. “It’s special because, well, it’s kind of like our wedding night.”

The crease deepened. With a little laugh, he asked, “What do you mean?”

Setting the wine glasses aside, she hesitated, swallowed, and then spoke. “I want you to imprint on me.”

For a moment, he didn’t react. His gaze flew across her face, searching for something, before he finally asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I want this. I want you. I love you.”

She barely got the words out before his lips settled firmly over hers. He lifted her onto the back of the couch and stepped between her spread thighs. “Do you feel how hard you just made me?” He rubbed his cock against her. “This outfit is sexy. You’re sexy. But that you want me as badly as I want you? God, Alyssa!”

It was like she’d unleashed an animal. His touch was strong, his movements wild and full of need and passion. Each move he made, she matched. She removed his shirt and ran her fingernails down his back. He kissed her neck. She sucked on his collar, leaving a mark encircled by her red lipstick. He growled hotly in her ear. Her moan was porn-star-worthy.

They explored each other’s bodies on the back of the couch. With a slight tug, he pulled free the tie holding her panties. With his fingers, he brought her to orgasm twice. She dropped to her knees and worshiped his body with her mouth.

In the bedroom, he tugged off her top and shed his clothing. They lay intertwined on the bed, making each other crazy with tongues, fingers, lips, and hotly spoken words and promises of forever.

He entered her slowly at first, pulling all the way out before leisurely entering her again. He kept that pace until she begged for more. Soon, the mattress rocked against the headboard with each thrust. Above them, the Blood Moon painting banged slightly each time the bed hit the wall.

Drew’s body quivered above her. His arms shook. Her nails dug into his biceps. Her feet crossed at the base of his back, holding her in place for each stroke of his cock. Sweat fused them, yet neither one cared.

Shifting, he urged her legs onto his shoulders and plunged inside her. He was so deep and hard, and the angle was so incredible that her eyes nearly crossed. The pleasure was bordering on pain when suddenly, the sensations skyrocketed. She knew the moment he’d imprinted on her.

The sensations were so intense, she couldn’t hold on. She wasn’t sure where one orgasm ended, and the next began. She screamed in ecstasy as he roared out his release, his bellow likely rattling the windows.

Drew pulsed inside her, his seed claiming her, their scents mingling, their souls melding.

They were joined. Every ounce of her felt him.

She’d feel him tomorrow. And the next day. And every day after that.

They were a pair now and would face the future together.

He collapsed. His body covered hers, and for long moments, neither one moved. She wasn’t sure how long they stayed there, kissing tenderly and stroking each other with care. Tears had fallen from both their eyes.

When he finally heaved his weight off her, she wasn’t ready to give up his warmth. “You want a shower or just a quick clean up?”

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