and unexpected.”
“Then let me show you what you might need. Do you trust me?”
“Aye.” Her agreement came swift and fast, her trust in him absolute.
“That’s my mate.” He rubbed the tip of his nose to hers then cupping the back of her head, he covered her mouth with his. Moaning, he licked across her tongue then growled and dove deeper. He kissed her, so sweetly and so seductively, his warm and fresh scent swirling all around and embedding itself deep within her.
Kisses. She definitely wanted his kisses. A surge of heat flared in her core and pooled between her thighs. She wriggled against him, needing even more although she knew not what.
“Let me kiss more of you.” He ran his hands down her back and over her hips as he moved from her lips and nibbled along her jawline. Laving a path down her neck, he nipped and licked her skin until he reached the sensitive hollow where her neck and shoulder met, where her pulse pounded. Sucking her flesh into his mouth, he released a low rumble. “The urge to bite you is strong. Say aye. I willnae do so until you give me your agreement.”
Everything pointed toward a soul bound match between them. Threading her hands deep in his shoulder-length black hair, she stroked his scalp, her nails lightly raking over him. “Bite me. Show me that we’re soul bound. Prove to me that I dinnae need to see the aura-tugging as my skill usually shows.”
“I’ll make sure I prove it, and that you don’t regret giving me your trust. Give me a few moments though before I do. I need to taste more of your skin first, to calm and settle my bear.” He buried his head at her neck and licked her flesh. He swiped his tongue over her, back and forth until he dipped a little lower and laved the upper swells of her breasts where the low-cut neckline of her gown grazed her flesh. As he licked into the gap between her breasts the rough rasp of his tongue made her nipples bead and poke the thin cloth.
Another hot flare of desire burst to life within her and she stroked one thumb over his neck. Her mouth watered to take a bite out of him too. Wanting more, she nuzzled his neck, his pulse a heavily pounding beat under her tongue. She licked the spot, scraped her teeth back and forth and almost cried out at the intense wave of need that washed through her. Sweet heaven. She had to bite him, now
“Do it,” he whispered, so tantalizingly. “Then I’ll bite you.”
“I—” He seemed to know her every thought.
He slid his hand underneath the shoulder of her gown, eased the fabric down her arm and exposed her breasts. “I want your mark, Julia. You are my true mate. Bite me. I’ll never deny you what you need.”
She closed her eyes and unable to turn away, sank her teeth into his flesh.
“Harder,” he growled as he arched into her, his tone fierce and demanding. “Mark me so well that each time you see the evidence of what you’ve done, you’ll know deep in your heart the truth, that I’m yours, just as you are mine.”
“Being this close to you scatters all my thoughts.” With her heartbeat a pounding roar in her ears, she licked the other side of his neck then bit down a second time, stamping him with her mark.
“Aye, you’re mine, now and forever.” He buried his head at her neck and razzed his teeth over her skin. She moaned and rocked underneath him as she waited, as she held her breath in anticipation. He bit down and she clutched his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh.
“More,” she whispered. “Give me more.”
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Julia’s demand made Tavish’s pulse race with fierce satisfaction. His mate wanted more and he intended to give it. He swept lower, nipping around her breasts, each of his bites a mark of claim she’d asked for and which he desperately needed to give her. He flicked her nipple with his thumb then sucked the pebbled treasure deep inside his mouth. As he did, she pressed her breasts deeper into his touch, her nails digging into his
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