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The rest of hireat, but more than that, his need to pleasure this particular woreat Her scent was the sweetest of aphrodisiacs Her curves had been made for his hands, and his alone--as he would soon confirile hips, just as she flattened her palasp filled the space between the her until they were flush Because he was seated, they were now eye to eye Mouth to ive him what he wanted "If you don’t like it, just tell o all caveman and push me away or call me names or blame me"

"I will like it, and you will teach " Zacharel slid a hand up the ridges of her spine and into her hair, fisting the strands and urging her to close the rest of the distance

"You’re sure?"

He pressed his lips against hers Lips so different fro him in thrall at that very first brush He pulled back, ain…ain, and this tiainst his, bringing with it the tastes of su roses and sultry hts

As focused on her as he was, he was able to follow her lead When her tongue thrust, he knew to ue retreated, he knew to chase it He relished every new experience, growling his desire for h his hair, decadent sensations dancing over his scalp, tickling skin that had never before been touched by another’s hands "I don’t know about you but I like this," she breathed, sounding surprised

"Yes" His blood had been icy for so long, with only the occasional flash of heat to prevent hi Heat he’d only felt with her Now that blood washim up Sweat beaded on his brow, between his shoulder blades, and trickled down his stos and scraping at his throat There was only one cure for the fever, and he instinctively knehat it was He had to be closer to her, had to touch all of her Had to have all of her

"Up" A command

When she failed to immediately obey, Zacharel cupped her botto her to straddle hiainst him And oh, sweet heavens, yes, that was exactly what he’d needed Pleasure rocketed through him, a beautiful sort of torture

Sheinto his scalp, as if to hold hiet away Never would he do such a thing He was lost, tied only to the wolad for it Except…

Except the new position was no longer the blessing he’d thought

"Annabelle" He hurt and needed so his name on her lips, uttered so breathlessly, filled him with a sense of possession Mine "Do…ht Yes"

But she didn’t, and he had to flatten his hands on her hips to stop hi to caress her everywhere all at once

"What kind of ive"

"I don’t…maybe…rock into me"

Rock into…yes As they kissed and kissed and kissed, he arched against her Forward, back, seeking, retreating Every point of contact wrung a groan frorowl from him The pleasure blurred with pain, as unbearable as it was necessary

How had he gone without this for so long? How had he resisted this? No wonder soto ith their brethren, just to have or even save the one they lusted after This sense of connection…Zacharel had never before experienced its like He wasn’t just Zacharel, he was Annabelle’s ainst his chest, causing a brand-new ache He had to feel her against hih to rip his robe down theas left to hten around his waist Next he ripped the cotton of Annabelle’s top, causing it to gape open and her to inhale sharply

He had ripped her bra, too, and she was beautiful Oh, was she beautiful He was shaking as he cupped her breasts,that they could be so heavy and yet so soft Must…taste…

"Wait," he thought he heard her say

No No waiting He would have her now

His lorious pleasure as he dipped down and kissed one side of her, then the other Annabelle arched her back,away from him, but he didn’t like that, so he freed one of his hands to shackle her in place

"Zacharel!"