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What was taking so long? Someone had to get us past this point. I pressed my lips to the warm velvet of his, weaving my fingers back into his silken hair.
    We were nothing but a tangle of writhing limbs. Lips. Hot wet tongues gliding across suddenly nude body parts pressed against my rumpled bedding. Groaning. Gasping. Whining. I finally pinned him atop me in the crook of my groin by hooking my ankles together at his lower back.
    The sleekness of him.
    The strength in his body.
    Gods, fuck me.
    He shoved away, leaned back at the waist, staring down at me, pressing his hard shaft against my ass where I presented my sex to him.
    That sweet wrench of his was going to bind our souls together.
    Yes.
    Now. I stared into his hungry gaze.
    Warmth billowed through me, rooting low beneath him in my belly.
    Right where he pinned me down with his narrow hips.
    He leaned onto one hand and teased me with all those glorious muscles.
    Stripes. Everywhere I looked stripes pointed down. Down to where I ached for him.
    He glided a roughened palm across my navel.
    My skin quivered.
    His hand slid up between my ribs, up to curl around one of my breasts and tweaked a nipple. “You're beautiful, Theo."
    His voice rippled through me, making me quake with need. I shut my eyes and arched into his touch.
    I wanted that enormous steely hard-on that he kept so damned handy, inside me.
    "Loosen your hold on my waist,” he whispered.
    Done.
    He slid his palms across my thighs and shoved them wide.
    Deliciously wide. Like a man who'd done this countless times before. But I thought Luvk Lords didn't have sex until mated? What did it matter, really? I wasn't a virgin. He was locking the smooth head of his cock into my sex. This was a done deal . Wrank was mine. All mine.
    The universe sucked all the oxygen from the room as he thrust inside me.
    I couldn't see. Couldn't breathe, Could only loll my head left and right as he wedged himself inside me, inch by magnificent thick inch. Slowly stretching me to take the full length of him. Torturing me with a sword as if I feared jumping off the plank.
    If only I could stop aching for more. Stop my inner channel from fisting around him. Just relax and embrace my future. But, hell, a girl didn't stumble upon Mr. Right every day making her way beyond the big three “O” and find someone with indomitable strength, intelligence, all packaged in animal-print gift wrap and leather.
    He shoved the last bit of air from my lungs as he groaned, grinding the coarse hairs on his stiff sac against my groin.
    Gods. Gods. Gods. This was all happening too fast. We'd have to work all night to do everything that flashed before my eyes as I took the liberty of leaping into a free dive with a twist that would rival any Olympian record. But I wanted more. I wanted the fevered frenzy. I wanted everything now. “Wrank?"
    His blue gaze slid to meet mine.
    "You've waited forty-two years. I've waited thirty. I want this hard and fast."
    He sucked in a deep breath.
    "I'm yours.” I raised up and brushed a kiss against his orange lips.
    "Lie down,” he said.
    I sank my shoulders back into the soft bedding.
    "Tighten your legs around me,” he ordered.
    He could tell me what to do anytime.
    He shifted a bit, and I followed orders.
    He moved his hard rod, withdrawing the full length along my inner channel until almost free from my tightened muscles, and waited, his cock's head still inside me. “Hold on, Theo. Tight. This is like riding my war beast. And I don't want to hurt you."
    Now that was an image to ponder. I slid my hands over his shoulders, realizing the rumors about his harness’ purpose were true, and wrapped my fingers around the thin leather straps.
    He thrust into me with one wild plunge, pulled out, groaning, lunged, and the room faded away. Nothing existed but how my fingers burned clutching his strong flexing body. How he stirred a mushrooming need deep inside me with only one outlet—for me to scream. How I tried to