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She tasted sweeterthan I remembered.

It was perhaps due to my sense of longing, and thinking I might never see her again or touch her soft skin, that made me savor her with even greater relish.

It was the fear of loss, of never enjoying the same magical experience with someone again that made the difference with expectations.

Every touch, every lingering look, every compliment… it all added up to a powerful, dizzying mass of emotions that could never be matched with the familiarity of seeing someone each and every day.

I wondered if, should Lizzy allow me to be by her side in the future, we would meet the same fate.

I thought not, and the reason was simple — because I would recall what it felt like to bewithouther, how pointless it had been to try to replace her with someone else… or evenfoursomeone elses!

There could only beonefated mate and she belonged to me…

Even if she didn’t know it yet.

In truth, I hadn’t come to her room to discuss her father.

I had come only to see her.

And being with her now, with her wearing nothing but her robe, there was simply no way I could control myself.

No way I could keep my hands off her.

Ihadto have her.

The more we talked, the more we looked at each other, the more I needed her.

I was still in the throes of Steyatt and although I had managed to stifle it into relative dormancy… it was still only relative.

Ineededher.

Ineededevery part of her.

I released the cord about her waist and it fell away like a curtain, revealing her smooth stomach and sex.

Her breasts were still obscured by the fabric on either side.

I gently brushed them aside so she was exposed in her full glory.

Her breasts were large and pendulous and her expression was one of confidence and control.

Her entire appearance was a turn-on.

She even wore a small smile that curled the corners of her lips and made her look mischievous and playful.

She was a true sight to behold.

I ran a thumb over a hard nipple and held each of her breasts in my hands, feeling their weight.

Lizzy just watched me and didn’t mutter so much as a whimper, reflecting my own hunger back at me.

I growled in the back of my throat as I pressed my lips to hers and she responded in kind.

Then I took a hand to each of her breasts and squeezed a nipple between my fingers.

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