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made her hot, but it was something more than fucking. More than skin to skin. It was…she didn’t want to think it…
    Soul to soul.
    Fucking ridiculous , she chided herself. And yet, she couldn’t deny that’s what it was.
    “Do I get to worship you this time like the goddess you are?” he teased.
    “Careful, you know how Athena feels about that sort of praise,” she teased back.
    “She made you as you are. It’s a tribute to her craftsmanship.”
    “You’re full of shit.” Megaera laughed.
    “Fine, I’ll rephrase. Will you let me make love to you this time? Or do you still want to be fucked?”
    “I don’t know what it says about us that our idea of adventurous is something so soft and—”
    “I don’t give a shit what it says about us.” He kissed her again, slow and tender.
    “Okay,” she sighed.
    Megaera had always thought that making love and fucking were just two different terms for the same act. In all her years walking the earth, she’d never learned the difference.
    Until Marcus Kage.
    Every kiss, every touch was gentle and reverent. He was worshipping her. Making love to her. He was like a high priest and her body the sacrament.
    He bared her flesh slowly, taking his time to taste every new bit of skin exposed. She quivered with anticipation and desire. Meg was so caught up in the sensation, she didn’t even know how she’d gotten on the bed or when he’d kneeled in front of her—a supplicant.
    Marcus positioned her on the edge of the bed and dipped his head to her cunt.
    The first touch of his tongue sliding between her wet folds was instant bliss. Meg hooked her legs around his shoulders and his strong fingers anchored her hips exactly where he wanted them.
    But she didn’t want to surrender, and he knew it. “It’s not a competition, Meg. Remember, you’re letting me love you.”
    She froze. “ Are you loving me? Really?”
    “Yes.” He dipped his head again before she could say anything else and continued his progress.
    She spiraled higher and higher, every stroke of his tongue fanning the flames of desire until she had no choice but surrender. Yet still, this wasn’t the brutal ownership of the beast, it was sweet and tender—which made it even more devastating.
    Meg was torn between wanting it to stop and wanting it to last forever.
    It was finally her lips that surrendered before anything else. The bond had decided. Her heart had decided. “I love you,” Meg whispered as she threw her head back and the building tension exploded like mini supernovas through every pleasure receptor.
    Marcus covered her body with his own, his cock entering her with ease as the aftershocks of the orgasm continued. This too was as gentle as his mouth had been, and she clung to him, buried her face in his neck.
    Just as the tidal wave of ecstasy began to ebb, it crested again, then again. His body went rigid, his arms tightening around her, his hips pumping as he came.
    Marcus didn’t release her, but rolled to his side and tucked her against him.
    Shame colored her cheeks. She couldn’t believe she’d told him she loved him. Stupid bond. He hadn’t said it back.
    But that isn’t what love is about any way, the confident part of her brain reminded her. Love was a gift meant to be given with no expectation. Not even of a returned declaration.
    Even if he didn’t love her yet, he would. They’d marked each other.
    With that thought, Megaera drifted to sleep.

Chapter Nine
     
    It seemed that Marcus was always leaving her.
    He wanted to stay with Meg, be with her, wrap himself around her so nothing bad in the world would ever touch her.
    Marcus studied her sleeping form, the curve of her cheek and the arch of her pale swan neck. She was so beautiful, so perfect in every way. She was the ideal complement to his life, to himself. They fit together like two puzzle pieces. She was powerful and strong, but she needed him the same as he needed her.
    And he did need her.
    More than the air he