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about breaking. Laurie had already proven she could take as much as he could dish out.
    “Are you coming, or do I have to do this by myself?” she asked, a hint of a growl deepening her voice as her hand skimmed the top of her breasts. For just a moment, his brain sputtered to a complete stop as the image of Laurie pleasuring herself played in his imagination. Oh yeah, that idea intrigued. He shook his head to dispel the image.
    “We will revisit that.” But not now. He was too close to the edge, the need to be inside his mate unbelievably stronger than before.
    He ran one hand up the inside of her thigh, stopping with his fingers barely tickling the sensitive flesh at the juncture of her legs. A smile creased his face as she squirmed, trying to get closer. Her legs fell farther apart. Her chest rose as she arched.
    “Damn, you are sexy,” he said as he watched her.
    What was it about her that he found so irresistible? Everything she did fascinated him. Was it simply the mating hormone? But then, it wasn’t just him. The faceless men tonight who had been captivated by her at the bar and in the hotel flashed through his mind. Laurie exuded a sexy confidence that attracted others to her, leaving them unable to resist her draw.
    And she was his. The fierceness of his leopard’s claim shook him. The certainty astounded him. He’d heard how strong mating could be, but still he hadn’t anticipated it. Not this intensity. This need for her that penetrated every cell in his body.
    He slid his hands up to thrust a finger inside her. Her soft, wet sheath clenched around him. He added a second finger and watched her rock her hips against his hand. He fingered her harder, watching as her body writhed against his invasion. Her wetness coated his fingers, beckoning him to fill her with his cock.
    Removing his fingers, he gripped her hips and took her with a powerful thrust, his body acting with a will of its own. He looked down to be sure he hadn’t hurt her, but saw only pleasure reflected on her face. He locked gazes with her, drawn to the pleasure in her eyes.
    “More,” she whispered, and he felt the thin string of control snap. Conscious thought fled as he kneeled between her legs and plunged inside her to the hilt. Her heat surrounded him. Her sheath squeezed him.
    His groan joined hers as her fingers gripped his hair in a punishing grip. Happy to oblige her unspoken plea, he rocked deeper.
    Sweat trickled down his spine as he pulled out until only the tip remained, before sinking into her welcoming heat once more. In and out, he altered his rhythm between hard and fast, and slow and deep.
    He paused inside her to stave off the first stirring of his orgasm. He wanted to feel her come around him before letting himself go. He sucked on her neck, sliding a hand between them until he found her clit. Rubbing it in time with his thrusts, he felt her grip harden in his hair, and he knew she was as close as he was.
    She bit his neck. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to send a coil of fire straight to his cock. The part of him still aware of his surroundings wished she had bitten harder, broken the skin, and given him a mating bite of her own. But before he could think too deeply about what it meant that she hadn’t done just that, she screamed out his name. Her body seized as she clenched around him, milking his release from him. A grunt slipped from his lips as he joined her over the edge.
    He collapsed on top of her, drained from two monstrous releases in so short a time. He breathed in the scent at her neck, again reminded of wild honeysuckle blossoms. Was it something she wore? The soap she used? Maybe a perfume? If so, he’d buy her a whole case of the stuff. The scent drove him crazy.
    “Oof, heavy,” Laurie complained, her voice breathy. Her breasts rapidly rose and fell against his chest as if she’d run a marathon.
    With a smile, he rolled to the side. His breath escaped in pants as well. He frowned,