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yours.
    Anger stirred his lust, and he took her mouth with the
ferocity of a warrior bent on absolute conquest. Conquest without negotiation.
Without compromise.
    She let out a startled gasp, but he didn’t pause or gentle
his attack. Instead, he took advantage of her opened mouth and plunged his
tongue inside, insistent, dominating. Letting her know in no uncertain terms
how he was going to take her body. Just the thought of finally being inside her
tight, hot little cunt had his cock throbbing painfully for release.
    He swept his tongue over her teeth before returning to fill
her mouth with fast, pulsing strokes. Her tongue swirled tentatively over his
and his desire spiked in a violent rush. He growled and shoved his fingers into
her hair, angling her head and holding her in place to give him greater access
to the sweet honeyed taste of her mouth.
    With a soft whimper, Bethany fisted her hands in his shirt
and arched into him. He dragged his teeth over her bottom lip and then bit it
lightly. Pulling back, he looked down into her face. Her lips were swollen from
his kisses, her cheeks high in color. Her wide eyes, dilated with her own
desire so that only the thinnest rim of green circled her pupils.
    She was stunning. So incredibly sexy she stopped his breath.
    He would be her first lover. That safeguard had been taken
care of at her first birthday. He closed his eyes and tried to think past the
sharp slap of need pounding through his blood. He had to slow down. Had to take
his time, make sure he was in enough control not to hurt her more than
necessary.
    She flexed her fingers, scraping his chest through his
T-shirt with her short nails. He ground his teeth together as his restraint
wavered at her touch. When she flexed her fingers against him again, this time
slower and pressing harder, his lust clawed to be free of its leash.
    “Bethany.” He didn’t attempt to smooth the ragged need in
his voice.
    She licked her lips, pushed up on her toes and placed an
openedmouthed kiss on his neck. She sucked his skin between her teeth and bit
down hard enough to leave a mark.
    He wrapped her tightly in his arms as she licked the spot
she had bitten. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” His blood
rammed through veins on fire, and every thought in his head involved her naked
and open.
    She nipped at his neck again, and then stretched against him
like a cat rousing from a long nap. He released her long enough to pull her
sweater over her head and drop it. A second later, her plain white bra was on
the floor next to it. His eyes narrowed as he took her breasts in his hands and
molded them to his palms.
    Mine . The word tore through him with a surge of
possessiveness that bordered the line of insanity. He didn’t understand it, but
he didn’t question it. At least one Matching myth—fierce possessiveness—was
true after all.
    He circled his thumbs around her nipples and watched them
pucker into coral-colored peaks. Bethany dropped her head back and let out a
low moan that went straight to his cock. He lowered his mouth to her breast and
ran his tongue around the tip. Pulling the hardened bud into his mouth, he drew
on it forcefully until she was twisting her fingers through his hair and
writhing against the door.
    He kept her other breast cupped in his hand, feathering his
fingers over and around the nipple. When it couldn’t get any tighter, he
pinched and tugged it in rhythm to his sucking of its twin.
    She jolted, and her fingers dug into his head. “Oh my God,
Wyc. Stop. Please. I can’t breathe.”
    He chuckled and slid his free hand over her belly and
unsnapped her jeans. She tried to push him away, but he ignored her, lowered
her zipper and slid his hand inside her panties. He released a harsh groan when
he found her hot and slick.
    “You’re wet.” He pressed his fingers between the lips of her
sex and started to spread her dampness around and over her clit. “So wet and
ready.”
    She rocked