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Delicious. A sensual feast, and I loved how responsive she was to my touch.
I had her right there. On the verge. Her body taut and trembling as she hovered on the edge. She arched up, breathing hard and fast, and I pushed her to break. She shattered with a cry and trembled as the climax rocked through her.
I pulled away and slid over her body. “You’re exquisite,” I murmured before I kissed her.
She clung to me and moaned. “I need you, Roan.” Her raspy voice caught, edged with need. “Need you now.”
Hell yes. I kissed her neck, teased by the pulse beneath her skin, the call to claim her. Mark her. Make her mine.
No, not yet. She wasn’t ready.
I removed the rest of my clothing and covered myself with a condom I retrieved from my wallet. She held onto me as I inched into her, slowly. Damn, she felt incredible. So wet, so tight. I let her adjust before I pushed forward, and once I was fully in, I paused.
Absolute bliss.
I drove into her, slow and steady, while she wrapped her legs around me. Her breathy moans filled my ear. The world slipped away to just the two of us.
The intensity built. Driving. Steady. Relentless. I rocked into her, harder now, and her moans turned to low gasps. I lifted her hips and the pressure hit her just right. She rose against me, wild for more, building, climbing… She came apart with my name on her lips, and it had never sounded so damn sensual.
She pulsed around me as wave after wave of her climax swept through her. So tight, so good. Pressure climbed.Intensity built, more and more and more—I couldn’t hold back any longer.
A low, primal growl vibrated from deep within. I rumbled, “Mine.”
A fierce explosion rocked my body, sparking lights behind my eyes, as I crashed with my mate.
CHAPTER 11
MARIBELLE
When I woke, Roan’s arm was draped around me, heavy and protective. His chest rose and fell with slow, deep breaths. I leaned into him, savoring his warmth.
The night before came rushing back with vivid heat. His hands had been everywhere, strong and sensual, sliding over my skin like he couldn’t get enough. His mouth was so sinfully skilled, it should be illegal. The way he’d moved inside me—slow, then wild—had stripped me bare.
He’d adored me with every kiss, every caress, making my body sing in a way it never had before. He’d pleasured me so perfectly, intuitively, like we’d been lovers for years. No one had ever made me feel so free, so wild, so devastatingly good. And so connected, on a soul-deep level.
My pulse skipped, heat threatening to curl low all over again. Heat thrummed between my legs, the desire to be ravished again building fast.
Realization slammed into me, dousing me with the cold slap of reality. I squeezed my eyes shut and sucked in a breath in an attempt to think clearly.
What on earth was I doing?
Not again. I squirmed out from under his hold. Hadn’t I already learned my lesson about sleeping with a shifter on board?Twolessons. They were all the same—and I had no interest in reliving the aftermath.
I shook his shoulder. “Roan, you need to wake up,” I whispered urgently.
He stirred, slowly opening his eyes. Propped up on one forearm, with his hair mussed and face still shadowed by sleep, he looked devilishly delicious.
“What happened?” he asked, his voice raspy.
“You.” I pointed at him. “Me.” I jabbed my chest, then waved my hand back and forth between us. “It was a mistake. It never should have happened.”
His mouth fell open as he pushed himself fully upright. He stared at me, amber eyes dark with confusion. “I don’t understand. I thought we had a great night.”
“Right.” I pursed my lips, fighting for words. “It was one night. But it can’t happen again.” My breath came out in a sharp rush. “You need to get out. Out of here.”
He tilted his head, studying me as if he had to be careful not to set me off. “Maribelle, the spell. If I leave, you need to come with me.”
A long moan of protest slipped out of me. “The spell.” I hit the mattress in frustration. “The flipping spell.”
