“I love you,” Lana said, and she kissed his lips before striking at his neck. Her teeth bit through his flesh, his body bucking against hers. Instead of yanking away, his hand cupped her head, holding her close. He groaned, his entire body shuddering as her tongue rasped across the place she’d bitten him. With one final lap of her tongue, she released him. “Mine.”
His eyes glowed an eerie green, his feline close to the surface. In a swift move, he stood, sweeping her securely into his arms. The trip to their bedroom passed in the blink of an eye and she scarcely had time to move before he’d stripped off his jeans, boxers and socks to join her on the bed.
“You’ve marked me.”
“Yes.” And she didn’t regret it in the slightest. He’d proven time and again how much he loved her, cared for her. It was the little things like bringing her a cup of tea in bed, giving her a backrub and ringing to say hello in the middle of the day, even though she knew he’d been busy. The way he helped to wash her hair when she felt so tired she could hardly stand but needed to rid her body of the cooking smells because they made her nauseous. Duncan wanted her and the baby.
“It hurt.”
“Yes.”
“On your hands and knees,” he ordered.
Without argument Lana rolled and pushed up on hands and knees. A shudder of desire pulsed through her and she felt the wetness at her core. Whenever he issued orders in that tone her body softened and prepared for his possession. She’d come to enjoy submitting to him in the bedroom.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she said with utter confidence.
Duncan took his time. The skim of his hands sent a warming shiver from head to toe until each inch of her skin tingled. His breath warmed her inner thighs and the lash of his tongue across her clit made her eyes flutter closed. The idea of spending the rest of her life with this feline male no longer filled her with panic. Instead love engulfed her with each sensual caress of his hands. Her heart pounded as he paused to kiss down her spine, whispering his love for her with each soft caress. Carefully, he widened her stance and moved behind her, guiding his cock to her entrance.
Lana held her breath when he pushed into her, the slow stretching of her sensitive tissues feeling so good her breath hitched. He kept pushing into her until he was balls deep.
“Lana,” he said, his voice breaking. “I love you so much.” He pulled out and thrust into her again, curling over her spine. His lips brushed the flesh at the juncture of neck and shoulder and his teeth nibbled on the delicate skin.
“Do that again,” she said.
“I’m in charge.”
“Yes.”
“And you belong to me.”
“Yes,” Lana agreed. “And you belong to me.”
“I do.” Duncan licked back and forth across her skin until she trembled with desire. He surged and retreated, making love to her slowly, allowing need to build. One of his fingers teased her clit, timing his strokes with his thrusts. The pleasure grew from a tiny pinpoint at her clit, enlarging until it cascaded over her entire length. She groaned, the pleasure so great it was almost painful. Then she shattered, a powerful explosion that made her gasp and milked Duncan’s cock. He surged into her with swift strokes until his cock jerked with explosive contractions. At the same time his sharp teeth sliced into the flesh at her neck, his tongue lapping away the bleeding.
They remained like that for long moments. Duncan finally moved, pulling from her body and drawing her into his arms.
“Mine,” he said.
Lana kissed him and whispered yes, her heart full of love for this feline male.
“We belong to each other,” he said with clear satisfaction, and started making love to her again.
Lana slid her lips against his, glorying in his kiss, the competent and possessive grip of his hands. No doubt about it, she belonged with Duncan, and there was no place she’d rather be.
About the Author
Shelley lives in Auckland, New Zealand, with her husband and a small, bossy dog named Scotty.
Typical New Zealanders, Shelley and her husband left home for their big OE soon after they married (translation of New Zealand-speak: big overseas experience). A year-long adventure lengthened to six years of roaming the world. Enduring memories include being almost sat on by a mountain gorilla in Rwanda, lazing on white sandy beaches in India, whale watching in Alaska, searching for leprechauns in Ireland, and dealing with ghosts in an English pub.
While travel is still a big attraction, these days Shelley is most likely found in front of her computer following another love—that of writing stories of romance and adventure. Other interests include watching rugby and rugby league (strictly for research purposes *grin*), being walked by the dog, and curling up with a good book.
Shelley welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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Also by Shelley Munro
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Lovers At Last
Men To Die For anthology
Middlemarch Mates: Assassin
Middlemarch Mates: Peeping Tom
Middlemarch Mates: Scarlet Woman
Middlemarch Mates: Stray Cat Strut
Price of Love
Sex Idol
Sex, Spies and Sapphires
Summer in the City of Sails
Talking Dog: Never Send a Dog To Do a Woman’s Job
Talking Dog: Romantic Interlude
Talking Dog: Talking Dogs, Aliens, and Purple People Eaters
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