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Jared,” she protested, trying to move away.
    He raised his head, looking at her over the span of her body – a body he was dying to fuck.
    “ What did I tell in the kitchen, Emily?” When she didn’t answer and continued to try to move out of his hands, he bit her inner thigh, stopping short of drawing blood.
    “ Mine, Emily. All mine.”
    “ Jared, please,” she whispered. But she had stopped struggling.
    “ Oh, I’m going to please you baby, make no mistake about that.”
    His rough, wet tongue stroked her slit, making her jump. “Easy, baby,” he murmured against her wet folds. Again he licked her. And again and again. Her legs jerked. He smoothed his hands up her thighs before removing them from his shoulders. He gently pushed them back, spreading her wider. He bent his head again seeking her taste, pushing his nose deeper into her dark, hidden secrets. A sweet, slightly metallic odor filled is nostrils. She was close to her cycle and she would menstruate right before the full moon. And afterwards her body would be ripe and ready for conceiving. He knew they would have lots of dark-haired, blue-eyed babies.
    The hot length of tongue probed her swollen depths, seeking all the places that had taken the burnt of his possession, soothing any lingering ache. No place was sacred, no place hidden from his ravaging tongue and mouth. He groaned as he licked the tender, puckered skin leading to her ass. He wanted to enjoy that pleasure with her as well someday. He knew she had seen his thoughts when she trembled.
    Emily’s hips lifted from the bed, following his touch. He knew he could stop now and take her as his body was demanding. The healing properties of his salvia had eased her discomfort. But he wanted to taste her as she came. Easing two fingers deep inside, he found the spot that made her quiver and stroked her silken depths relentlessly. He mouthed her bud, forcing her to climax at his command. Immediately he lapped up the sweet nectar, savoring the taste and smell of his woman in all her glory.
    Once her body stopped convulsing, he stopped sucking her clitoris. He kissed his way up her body, nipping at her belly button, stroking his tongue on the under curve of her breasts. He milked her nipples with his mouth. He finally rose above her, his flexed arms keeping his weight from her body.
    “ Look at me, Emily,” he said.
    Her eyes opened, the bright blue of her eyes muted with satisfaction.
    “ Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” he grinned. He knew his incisors had descended. It had been hard to keep his beast from claiming her again. To sink his teeth in the soft flesh of her inner thigh. But he hoped she didn’t notice.
    “ No,” she smiled. “That wasn’t so bad.” She placed her arms around his neck and pulled. “Kiss me.”
    “ With pleasure.” Her mouth opened readily, accepting his tongue. He blended their tastes together. Thrusting his tongue against hers again and again. He rose to his knees, loving the way she moaned in protest when he ended the kiss. Taking her ankles, he spread her legs, his cock rested atop on her mons.
    “ You are mine, Emily Smith. You are mine.” His eyes held the golden simmer she had come to love so much.
    He placed her feet beside her hips, the position forcing her buttocks off the bed and aligning their bodies perfectly. With one sure stroke, he plunged inside, going deeper and deeper and deeper still, stopping only when he touched the mouth of her womb. All she could feel was him, hard and thick, stretching her to the very limits. Her body trembled with the force of his evasion. She was helpless under his onslaught. Sweat poured from his face, dripping onto her breasts. He bent and licked the drops from her skin, making her whimper. His touch pushed her, driving her to find release. She rolled her head from side to side, a haunted expression on her face. Her hands clenched his forearms. “Jared,” she demanded. “Help me.”
    A wolfish grin curled his