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totally relaxed when he gently bit down over the jumping pulse in her neck. It was like something slammed into her, filling her up and easing her as he held the tendons and muscle between his teeth. Her head lolled back, her breathing shallow. She nearly came just from that one action. Nothing had ever, ever felt so pleasurable.
    Her response to the bite brought Laurent’s balls tight against his body. He scented the slickness of her pussy, felt her nipples tighten against his chest. Unable to stop himself from touching her more, he slid his hands around her waist and just under the swell of her breasts. But when she yanked the hem of his shirt out of his pants and skimmed her hands over the bare skin of his lower back he gasped at the pleasure. She felt so right against him then. Like she was made for him and him alone, and of course she was. So this was what it felt like with the right person, the right person. No wonder Kari and Andreas fucked like bunnies.
    He gave in finally and did what he’d been wanting to do all night, he pressed his lips to the curves of her breasts, to the creamy skin that heaved with her breath. She hummed in satisfaction and he stood up then, bringing her with him. She put her face into his neck then and he felt her body tighten in response. Silently he begged her to do what he’d done.
    And even then, he wasn’t ready for what it felt like.
    Laurent groaned out as she bit down, her teeth grasping the tendon, her tongue flicking out to taste his pulse. She would have no idea, but it was a show of sexual dominance for a wolf to bite the neck of another. His cock stiffened even more and his arms trembled. He rolled his hips without even thinking, seeking her cunt, needing to join with her.
    She pulled back and looked at him, her eyes glazed over with lust. “Why? Why did that feel so right?” she whispered, sounding a bit dazed.
    “You’re mine, my heart. We’re made to be with one another, my cells sing to yours,” he said softly in the archaic French the poem he quoted had been written in.
    He forgot she spoke it too, though, until the puzzled look settled on her face and then she finally got it. “What? How? I just met you yesterday.”
    “You know what I say is true. You can feel it in your heart, can’t you? When you placed your face in my neck and breathed me in—have you ever done that with another?”
    She shook her head, still dazed.
    “But you did with me. Why?” He wanted to tell her everything but it was too soon.
    “It just felt like the right thing to do. You did it to me.”
    “I did. I did because I knew, just as you know.”
    “I don’t know anything . I’m just a girl who wants to paint. Hell, I haven’t had sex in nearly a year. I’ve only been with two people in that way before. I feel like I’m in way over my head here. It scares me.”
    He took a step back, still on his knees before her. “Sweetness, we’ll go slow. I’ll show you that we’re meant to be together. You need never be afraid of me. I’d die before I harmed you or ever allowed harm to come to you. I won’t lie, Rain, I want very much to make love to you tonight. But if you’re not ready I’ll wait until you are.”
    “Who are you? You’re too good to be true. There’s no such thing as instant whatever this is. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and you’ll have been a dream.”
    “I’m yours,” he answered simply. “Will you stay the night, Rain? Or shall I take you home now? It’s your choice. Either way I’ll be here tomorrow. All of your tomorrows.” He stood and waited for her answer.
    The honey of his voice drew a shiver from her. Licking her lips nervously, she looked up into his face. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything and that scared her. All her life she’d had one passion and that had been painting. She didn’t know what to do with two. Didn’t know if they’d both fit in her life. “I don’t know,” she whispered.
    “Oh, love.”