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He lifts me effortlessly, carrying me back toward the cabin like I weigh nothing at all. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, and the friction makes me gasp against his mouth.
Inside, he lays me down on the bed with infinite care, like I'm something precious he's afraid of breaking. And he’s so much bigger than me, hecouldbreak me.But he won’t. I know he won’t.
When he looks down at me, eyes wild with desire and something more, I know with absolute certainty…
I don't want to be anywhere else.
Not tomorrow.
Not ever.
Chapter 6
Drak
Shetastessweeterthanhoney.
Soft lips, sharp little breaths, fingers tangled in my hair like she's afraid I'll disappear if she lets go. Gods, I'm hanging onto control by a thread.
But she doesn't pull away. She clutches me closer, arching up into my touch like she wants to crawl under my skin and stay there.
She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
I kneel beside the bed, my body trembling with the effort of restraint. Every instinct I have is screaming at me to claim, to mark, totake.To make her understand that she'smine. But she's human. Fragile. And this is her choice to make.
"You can still tell me to stop," I rasp, voice barely recognizable.
She shakes her head, hazel eyes bright with desire. "I don't want you to."
That's all the permission I need.
My mouth finds hers again—urgent this time, desperate. Her hands roam across my shoulders and down my back, fingers tracing scars and muscle with wonder rather than fear. When my tusks graze her throat, she shivers and tilts her head to give me better access.
I want to devour her.
But I want to worship her more.
I pull back just enough to look into her eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, lips swollen from my kisses, chest rising and falling rapidly.
"I need to see you," I say, my voice rough.
She nods, breathless. "I want you to see me.”
Her voice is like music. Soft and sure and completely trusting.
I reach for the hem of her thermal shirt, pausing for just a heartbeat to give her one last chance to change her mind. When she lifts her arms to help, something tight in my chest loosens.
The shirt comes away easily, and then her bra, revealing soft curves and skin like cream. She'sperfect. All woman, all mine, bathed in firelight like something from a dream.
My hands shake as I trace the line of her collarbone, the curve of her breast, the soft skin of her belly. She shivers under my touch, but not from cold. Fromanticipation.
"You're beautiful," I murmur, lowering my head to press kisses to her throat. "Perfect."
She gasps when I take her nipple into my mouth, back arching off the furs. Her fingers tighten in my hair, holding me against her as I lavish attention on the sensitive peak.
"Drak," she breathes, and hearing my name on her lips like that—like a prayer, like a plea—nearly undoes me completely.
I trail kisses down her body, taking my time with every inch of exposed skin. When I reach the waistband of her hiking pants, I look up at her through my lashes.
