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“Tell me to stop,” he growled, stalking closer.
She opened her mouth.Shemeantto say the words.
Instead, a soft moan escaped.
His scent.That heat.It overwhelmed her.
Before she even realized what she was doing, Anikka rushed forward—leaping into his arms.
Chapter 22
JacegrabbedAnikka’shipsand pulled her closer, shifting her body so that she was pressed intimately against him.Thankfully, the flowered dress she’d arrived in was gone, replaced by soft denim and his shirt.Still, there was too much fabric between them.He needed her naked!
He wanted her!She was like a drug that burned out rational thought.All he could think about was being inside of her, feeling her body clench tightly around his shaft.
Intellectually, he understood that Anikka was ovulating.And yes, he knew that he should use protection, to protect her.But in this moment, he couldn’t think rationally.He couldn’t think at all, beyond a deep and primal need to feel her bare skin against his.
“Now!”she gasped, tearing at his clothes as well.
He wrapped his hand in her hair, pulling her head back.He saw the pulsing vein at her throat and sucked on it, feeling her shiver.He also felt her fingers fumbling with his belt, finally freeing his shaft and then…!
“Please, Jace!”Anikka whimpered.“Don’t reject me again!Don’t make me wait!I’ve waited too long already.”
She didn’t understand.He heard the confusion in her voice and wanted to react to it.But his body clamored to fill her, to soothe the ache he knew was inside of her in the only way he knew how.
So as soon as he was free, he ripped her jeans and panties off.“Say my name!”he ordered.
“Jace!”she whispered against his mouth, then gasped as he thrust into her.Fighting with himself to go slowly, he reminded himself that she was a virgin.Now she was his mate!Every part of her was his.And she owned all of him in ways she couldn’t even begin to understand.
Thrusting slowly at first, he leaned her back onto the table.He wanted to take this slowly, to show her how good this could be between them.Hell, he wanted to take her up to his bedroom and make love to her until their scents melded together.
But right now, at this moment, he needed to give her pleasure, to fill her and hear her cries of happiness and connection.
“More!”she begged.“Faster!”
He pushed deeper into her body, filling her completely, then stilled, absorbing her gasp of surprise into his mouth.She trembled, but slowly, the slender fingers gripping his shoulders loosened slightly.
“You okay?”he asked, kissing her neck, then nipping at her earlobe.
She smiled up at him, rolling her hips experimentally.“Definitely!”
He took that to mean that he could start moving again.Slowly at first, then with increasing speed and intensity, Jace moved inside of her, shifting and thrusting, trying to give her as much pleasure as he was feeling.Every thrust felt better than the last and he could feel her body tighten, coming closer and closer to her release.When he felt the beginning trembles, he shifted her hips, gripping her bottom as he tilted her hips upward slightly.With this new angle, he could rub against that delicious nub and she screamed, crying his name as she exploded into a release that had her nails digging into his skin.That small touch of pain was so good, he couldn’t hold back his own climax and held her tightly, feeling every ounce of himself pour into her slender body.Even the smaller, flickering aftershocks were better than anything he’d ever felt before.
Slowly, their breathing eased and he relaxed his hold around her.Lifting up, he looked down at her kiss-swollen lips.
“That was…”
“Perfect,” he finished for her.He wanted to roar with pleasure at the dreamy, satisfied look in her pretty eyes, but worried that might scare her.
He had to take this slowly, he reminded himself.
He lifted her into his arms, still connected to her, and carried her over to the sofa.Sitting down, he adjusted her so that she was still snuggled against his chest, then proceeded to stroke her hair, her back, kissing her shoulder and neck.He felt her sigh against his skin and smiled, contented.For the moment.
For a long time, neither moved, other than fingers touching skin, lips exploring and the soft, post sexual sighs of satisfaction.
“I don’t want to move,” she whispered to him, her fingers sliding against the back of his neck.
“I don’t want you to move,” he said, then nipped her shoulder, smiling when she squeaked, then laughed.His hands moved lower, cupping her bottom, but when she started to stiffen, he moved his hands higher.He didn’t want any tension between them.Not yet.Not after that blissful experience.
