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Her entle rhytho on for hours Murphy didn’t rush Didn’t race He savored her with every stroke and every kiss

"Patrick--"

"You feel a," he murmured "You taste even better I feel you everywhere, Anne I love you so ht now, I’ you hadn’t learned patience so well"

He sainst her lips "Are you ready for hed as he picked up a faster rhyth into her eyes Anne pulled hi the ss and the back of his knees Any of the sensitive spots she remembered She felt the wave crest between theain, biting the curve where her neck roan deep in his chest as he followed her, licking her skin where his fangs had pierced it, kissing her as the last tremors of pleasure shook theathered her close Anne threw her arht them from within

She was in him now, as he was in her

"You love me?" he murmured

"Silly man, of course I do When have I ever not loved you?"

He paused and reached for her hand, knitting their fingers together "But do you trust me, Anne O’Dea?"

She paused "Do I trust you?"

"I hope you do" He brushed a strand of hair back from her forehead "For I plan to love you more thanan arse Plan to love you better every night, until you can’t iine your life without ain"

She thought her heartto make rin "I take nothing for granted, Dr O’Dea"

IF Anne were a wind va when she arrived at the Cockleshell Pub later that night Not even the smell of piss and old fish could da to let you go by yourself?" Murphy asked, her hand gripped firmly in his

He’d become her shadow, even more affectionate than he’d been before and twice as watchful

"I’ you a limpet if this continues, Patrick"

"Givethe waterfront "I’ll calm down It’ll be better e’re home"