Page 72 of Cowboy Devil's Embrace

Shit. Fuck. Damn.

I watched the rise and fall of her chest addictively as she slept in my bed. Our bed now. And I knew it was my new favorite form of entertainment. Watching her sleep.

Well, after fucking her, of course.

My Devil stirred beneath my skin. That part of me that had been so close to losing to the darkness merged with my innate powers. It flexed and contracted. I felt different now.

Not alone.

Complete.

Whole.

I pushed aside my fears and lay beside my mate. Penelope was so damn pretty. My eyes traced her features, so relaxed in slumber, and I huffed, as completely dazzled as I was by her.

My cock pulsed with need, even though I’d just come inside of her not an hour ago. The sweetness of her innate cinnamon scent now held notes of cayenne and pine.

Like me. She smells like me now.

I leaned over, unable to help myself, and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Mmm,” Penelope moaned.

My hands roamed over her nude body, reveling in the perfection of her curves, the softness of her skin. She had the perfect size breasts, not small and not too big. Just enough to fill my hands.

Her belly and hips were the perfect cushion for my body. And I loved being cradled between her thick thighs.

So much so that I was now kissing her in earnest, and sliding over her.

After that surprising conversation, I knew now what my mate wanted. What she craved. And that was me.

My touch.

My kiss.

My body.

She could have it all. Anytime. Anyplace. I belonged to her.

She didn’t know. Couldn’t possibly understand. Not yet anyway.

But I was made to love Penelope Abruzzi. She was my other half. The mate fate had created for me.

All I wanted to do in this world was to be with her. To spend time with her. Make her smile. Make her feel good.

“You make me feel so good,” she murmured, and I growled against her lips and pushed down on her knees, spreading her nice and wide.

“Wanna taste you, Sugarplum. Wanna see if you’re this sweet everywhere,” I growled and slid down her body, dropping kisses and love bites as I went.

I was starving for her. Having had her once did nothing to sate my hunger, my need for this woman. I had a feeling it was only going to get worse.

Her body tensed under my seeking tongue and she gasped, leaning up on her elbows as I settled my shoulders between her legs.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Told you. I want to taste you.”

“But I never?—”

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