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“Beautiful,” he murmured, nuzzling.

Susannah gasped as he flicked one pert nipple lazily with his tongue.

Slowly and gently, he moved from one breast to the other, teasing her with a soft touch and then following with a deep pull, until he could feel her melting beneath him.

Jace was a skilled enough lover, or so he had been told. But he knew her responses were from more than his wicked mouth and clever hands. This was the mate bond, pulled taut between them, heightening every touch, every thought.

His own lust boiled just under his skin until his poor cock was rigid and leaking fluid from the close contact with her soft body and the frantic sounds she made.

“Jace,” she moaned helplessly, her need tugging at his heart and his body at once.

He knew what she needed.

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Susannah

Susannah was drowning in wild sensations.

Jace’s every touch seemed to awaken something feral in her, and she was powerless to send it back to sleep.

He had begun kissing her breasts slowly, almost reverently. But now he was wolfing at them, every nip and lap sending her into a tailspin of lust.

Her hips were lifting to meet his in an imitation of the claiming he had promised not to initiate tonight. She tried to remind herself of her curse, and the chaos that was surely about to descend on them. But he clutched her hip in one big hand and she couldn’t bring herself to care anymore.

If something was going to happen to stop them, then she wanted nothing more than to take advantage of as much time as they had.

She could feel the rigid length of him, pulsing against her belly through his breeches. A shiver of lust went down her spine and she made a wanton, desperate sound that should have embarrassed her.

“Mine,” he growled, moving lower to press his lips to her belly.

She froze for an instant, intuiting where he was going.

“Please,” he groaned against her hip, as if he had read her mind.

His voice was so deep with need it seemed to echo in her flesh.

“No one has ever…” she trailed off, embarrassed at her own lack of experience.

“Good,” he growled, lifting her hips to rip her panties off.

Susannah felt a rush of need, as if every cell in her body were clamoring for him at once.

He rested her hips on the bed once more and nuzzled her thighs, inhaling her scent as if it were a fine perfume.

She closed her eyes, trying to calm the frantic rhythm of her heart. Then his tongue traced a fiery line along the seam of her sex, and she cried out.

Jace moaned against her in response, the vibrations from his voice sending another jolt of need through her. His tongue caressed her again, this time pressing through her folds to feather against her stiff little pearl.

“Jace,” she whimpered.

But he continued to tease her, circling and barely touching the little bundle of nerves that throbbed and ached for his touch, while lavishing the rest of her sex with firm, delicious strokes.

Susannah lost track of her sounds as her hips lifted to chase his wicked mouth, desperate for more.

Jace threw one forearm across her middle, pinning her to the mattress so that he could continue to lavish her tender sex with his cruel attentions.

She gripped the sheets, her thighs trembling with tension.

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