Page 36 of Kiss of Fury

He scrunched up her nightgown then slipped underneath to touch the silky skin of her naked assand thigh. It wasn’t enough. “Take this off.” He tugged at the shift.

She obliged with a seductive, eager smile, pulling the gown over her head, and he yanked his shorts off with equal alacrity. They embraced, naked flesh to naked flesh, her curly mound pressed against his thigh. His cock throbbed.

“You feel so good,” she purred.

“You feel better.” He cupped her breast and stroked the peak.

“Competitive much?” She grinned against his mouth.

“Not with you. Never with you.” He nuzzled her neck, following the slope to her shoulders then lower to draw on a nipple. She gasped and arched but then wrapped her hand around his cock, pumping the length. A teasing smile danced on her lips. She cupped his balls and gave a gentle squeeze.

He groaned as liquid fire shot through his veins. Other women had stroked him—he’d not been celibate—but he hadn’t found gratification in those couplings, no more than he’d enjoyed eating nutri-slop to satisfy his hunger. Verity provided a feast for the senses; he felt her in every fiber of his organic and electronic network.

He slipped his fingers between her thighs. Her wet heat sent another surge of lust pulsing through him. He encircled her clit with nimble fingers, watching the pleasure and emotion play out on her face.

She shifted then, tugging at his waist, hooking a leg over his, encouraging him to complete the act.

He poised on his elbows, savoring the anticipation of their first coupling. Her hair was wild, a feverish blush tinted her cheeks, and her eyes were heavy-lidded with desire.

“Don’t tease…” she said.

“I’m enjoying looking at you.”

“I know what you’ll enjoy even more…” She arched.

He guided his cock to her entrance and pushed inside her tight, wet channel. She gasped, and he groaned, pausing to gain self-control. Her heels locked around his legs, and she hugged his neck. Their lips met in an open-mouthed, wet, searing kiss.

The rock of her hips encouraged his thrusts, slow at first then picking up speed. The past faded away, lies were forgotten, and uncertainties vanished, leaving only the unity of body and spirit of two souls. He’d met not only his wife but his mate, the one he’d searched to the ends of Earth and beyond to find. Their union wasso much sweeter than he’d ever imagined. She was his beginning, and she would be his end.

She gasped, her body going rigid, her channel contracting as she came. He held out for as long as he could, but then the orgasm hit with a storm of sensation and emotion, a cleansing fire of ecstasy that burned away all vestiges of what he’d once been.

The assassin ceased to exist. There was only Mike. Because of Verity, he lived.ForVerity, he lived.

* * * *

Gray morning light peered through the windows, chasing away the night. Verity curled against him, her hair splayed across his shoulder, her damp skin sticking to him in the most pleasurable, intimate way. She drew figure eights on his chest.

His life would never be the same. It hadn’t been from the moment she’d stepped out of the conveyance, but there was no going back. He could only move forward and face the future. Did she have any inkling of the change she inspired in him? Probably not—unless it was somehow visible from the outside. Life had become wonderful and terrifying—wonderful that he had her, terrifying that he could lose her. The latter remained a very real possibility.

I have to tell her what I am.

But not yet. If his marriage turned to shit, and he lost her, he wanted happy times to remember.

“You have changed my life, changed me,” he said. “You are everything to me. I cannot imagine my life without you in it.”

She raised up on an elbow. “I feel the same way. We haven’t been married for very long, but I am so happy we were matched. I can’t imagine being with anybody but you.”

Her feelings weren’t quite the same as his—how could they be? But that she cared for him was a huge leap in the right direction. He hoped with time her feelings would deepen, and she’d be able to accept his ugly past.

He kissed her tenderly.

“Mommm!” Brody’s yell sounded like it came from right outside the door. “Mommm, are you home?”

Her lips twisted wryly. “Sorry,” she murmured. “So much for sleeping in.”

He smiled. “We got done what we needed to.”

“I’m here!” she called. “I’ll be out in a sec!” She slipped out of bed. He got up too, donning a pair of pants while giving her a once-over as she slipped on her nightgown and robe.

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