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that pleasure overcome her reticence.
Tess forced herself to relax. He wouldn t hurt her, she knew that, but old fears died hard.
In slow increments, a single finger slid into her depths, the penetration odd but not
uncomfortable. He pulled out and then pushed in again, slipping through her abundant cream with
ease.
Harding returned his mouth to her clit, lapping at the bundle of nerves while continuing his
decadent penetration. He replaced one finger with two, adding a slight burn to the pleasurable
torment. But then& But then it got better. He did something with his fingers and his tongue, flicking
and sucking while pressing against her inner walls, and Tess arched off the bed with a shout.
Harding. God. Good. There. She babbled and didn t give a damn.
That s my pretty mate. With those words, he returned to his dedicated ministrations.
And drove her batshit crazy in the process.
Each touch, shift of muscle and stroke of her skin sent her nerves flying. Pleasure gathered and
swam in her blood, pumping through her body with every heartbeat. The tormenting fingers pressed,
twisted, and thrust into her sheath with an increasing pace, driving her wild.
That tongue& That tongue should be cast in bronze and commemorated for eternity. He licked
and flicked and circled&
All of it together made her crazy.
Another burn surrounded her pussy, but she didn t care, not when he was rubbing that sweet
spot while teasing her clit.
Tess cupped her breasts, kneading them as he d done. She stroked, squeezed, and pinched her
aroused flesh, her touches adding to her fiery pleasure. And it was growing with each passing second.
She ached to come on his tongue, his fingers, and she prayed it d be soon.
She rocked her hips, searching for deeper penetration. It was there& So close& The ecstasy
burned her, set her alight in desire-painted flames, and she relaxed into the feelings. Her body was
living and breathing the sensations, and she didn t want it to end.
Harding. Close. Gonna. Good. She could barely speak, the pleasure overriding every other
thought in her mind.
Harding s answer was a vibrating growl, a sound that only spurred her desire.
She raced toward the precipice, completion and fulfillment nearing with every flex of his
tongue against her. Her movements became jerky, her body s instincts overriding her control. She
writhed, screamed and babbled through the pleasure.
The edge was right there, so very, very close. Another hint of burn, another finger spreading
her wide for his penetration. That was what she needed: a hint of pain to dance along with her
pleasure, and then she was roaring and growling and snarling.
Tess was thrown off the edge of release, the ecstasy enveloping her in a massive hug as the
bliss flowed like molten lava through her veins. Her pussy milked his digits, sliding and caressing
them as she was overcome with the joy of her climax.
Muscles clenched and twitched, toes truly curling with the elation he caused within her. This
was heaven personified.
And still Harding continued. He rubbed that elusive spot inside her sheath while nipping her
clit, his ministrations slowing, but not ceasing. Her body screamed for him, that bit of animal inside
her demanding that she accept his possession, his mating.
Tess was in total, one hundred percent agreement.
In small increments, her pleasure eased, the ebb and flow slowing until it was like low waves
lapping at her consciousness. Before long, he slipped his fingers free of her pussy and sat up. He
brought his glistening, cream-coated digits to his mouth and lapped at them, tongue tracing each one.
Now, this is delicious. So sweet like honey. My sweet, sweet mate.
Love shined in his gaze, fierce attraction in every carved line of his expression, and pure need
pulsed behind the fabric of his jeans.
Without hesitation, Tess reached for him, holding out her arms as she begged for what they
both craved. Mate with me. Make me yours.
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The lion rushed forward with Tess s words, and it took everything in Harding to keep the
beast at bay. It wanted to sink its fangs into her now. Right now. No more waiting.
He reasoned with the cat, reminding it that their mate was human and not as strong as them. It
needed to recall that she deserved tender care after what she d been through, and that pleasure had to
come before any hint of pain.
Grumbling, the cat eased back, granting him more control of his body.
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