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the while, he tormented her nipple with small bites and the generous suction of his talented mouth.
    She groaned his name when he left her, only to sigh when he lavished her other breast with the same attention. Squirming to relieve the tension in her body, she still wasn’t prepared when he slid a hand beneath the waist of her pajama bottoms.
    “Shh, trust me,” he whispered, leaning up to meet her gaze. His eyes were bright gold, blinding in their intensity.
    “I do,” she replied with the truth. Cullen had breached the defenses she’d built. Before she could discern how he’d done so, his magical fingers found their way between her legs, into the very heat of her.
    “ Oh, Cullen .”
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    “That’s it, sweet. Let go.” He returned his mouth to her breast, no longer gentle, but with greater zeal, pulling the ecstasy from her with each suck of his mouth. He used his thumb on her clitoris and pumped into her with his fingers, finding a curious sensitivity inside her that made her want to burst.
    He left her breasts and kissed her mouth. And it wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel him, all of him.
    Over her, in her. His fingers moved faster, and her arousal skyrocketed.
    Moaning into his mouth, she arched higher, scraping her sensitized nipples against his rock-hard chest. He deepened the kiss, stabbing her with his tongue the way his fingers stabbed into her channel. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he ground his thumb against her clit and she came.
    Crying out at the sheer pleasure overloading her system, she couldn’t think. Sarah wasn’t aware of Cullen moving until she felt his trembling fingers buttoning her back into her shirt.
    “Cullen?” she whispered, wanting to taste him once more.
    “Rest easy,” he said, his voice as thick as the straining jeans at his crotch. Far from unaffected, Cullen nevertheless rose, grimacing in discomfort. “That was for you. Good night, Sarah.”
    “Good night, Cullen.” She watched him leave, unable to think of anything else to say. Her brains were fried, her body a pulsating mess of nerves and excitement and— oh my God, Cullen had his hands all over me.
    The man could have done anything to her after sending her to such bliss, yet he’d walked away, clearly not satisfied. Such a selfless thing to do, to bring her such joy.
    Sarah wanted to go after him, to end his suffering and experience that wonderful ecstasy once more.
    She wanted to demand an explanation, to know why he would do such a thing. But she needed to sift through her thoughts before she confronted him. Meaning to do just that, she instead fell into a warm and dreamless sleep with a large smile on her face.
    Cullen groaned as he pumped his erection, imagining Sarah on her knees before him. That luscious mouth would swallow him deep, taking him to the back of her throat. She’d fondle his balls, pushing him toward the rush only she could give him. Her tits would bounce as she went down on him, her mouth moving over him with a generosity only a woman in love would give.
    At the image, he groaned and came in his hand, spurting over the shower tiles. He lowered his head under the spray of lukewarm water and shivered, from the temperature as well as the memory of Sarah’s hot, wet pussy coating his fingers. God, that had been a dream come true. He still couldn’t believe she’d let him touch her so intimately. Best of all, he hadn’t fucked it up by saying the wrong thing. He’d let his instincts lead the way, and damned if he hadn’t done it all just right.
    Sarah Duncan had wanted him.
    The woman hadn’t been dreaming or dazed. She’d been with him every step of the way. She’d responded as if she’d been made for him.
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    His mate . Of course she’d responded. She didn’t know it yet, but their animal spirits had bonded.
    Hell, he’d felt it months before when he’d first walked into the diner and seen her there, though he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it. Cullen