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time, but he’d always somehow known his way around her body, and now was no different. The snick of her bra was loud in the quiet of the room, and he gripped the back of her neck, massaging in small circles as he pulled the undergarment slowly off her arms. The brush of the fabric lifted chills on her body, but that was nothing compared to her body’s reaction to the sound of her jeans being unsnapped.
    Beaston hunted her slowly. Steady hands, no hesitation, but her man wasn’t rushing his seduction. He was setting her on fire an ember at a time. Desperate to touch his skin, she pulled his gray sweater over his head and blinked slow, in a daze. It didn’t matter how many times she saw him like this, she never got over how sexy he was. His days on the landing doing manual labor as a logger had sculpted his body into lithe lines of muscle. She traced the perfect, shadowed indentation between his pecks and smiled when his shoulders shook with a shiver. His blazing eyes closed, robbing her of their color, but opened again when she traced the outer curves of his defined abs. She knew the map of his body by heart, yet she would never tire of exploring it.
    Beaston pulled her searching hand to his lips and bit the heel of her palm gently. Just a little warning that tonight, this was his show. He clamped his teeth down harder for just a moment, drawing a gasp from her lips. Then he leaned forward and slid his hand down the front of her jeans, under her panties until he cupped her sex, and ran his finger through the slickness he’d conjured there.
    “Ana,” he murmured as his eyes rolled closed. “So wet for me.”
    Leaning forward, she pressed her forehead against his chest and pulled one of his drawn up nipples between her teeth. Stop teasing, mate.
    Beaston inhaled sharply and swayed, as if she held as much magic over him as he did her. Gripping her hair at the base of her neck, he whispered in her ear, “Bitey little mate. Gonna get yourself punished.” When he slid his finger inside of her, she moaned.
    Breath shallow, she unsnapped the button of his jeans and slipped her hand around his stony erection. It was long and thick against her palm, and she shuddered imagining it inside of her. She drew a slow stroke of him and reveled in the way he rocked his hips against her touch. It had been weeks since they’d been intimate with the lights on, and the relief she felt now at baring it all for him was almost tangible. She could feel it in the air around them.
    “Mmm,” he moaned as she gripped him harder and pulled against his length.
    Desperate to be closer, Aviana pushed down his pants and shucked her own, then grabbed his hand again and pressed it back where it was against the apex between her legs. Beaston leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, sucking, biting, licking. God, she wanted him. After feeling distant, she needed this. Needed his touch. Needed his adoration so that she could remind herself they were okay. That he was okay.
    She slid her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes to give him better access to her neck. Teeth, teeth, teeth, Beaston sure knew how to use those teeth, but when he came to the claiming mark just over her collar bone, his bites turned to soft kisses of reverence, just like he always did. Aviana gasped as he made his way lower and drew her nipple into his mouth. Pushing her backward until she lay on the bed, he laved his tongue over her sensitive skin, over and over as he pushed his finger inside of her. Instinctively, her body curled for him, and her knees drew up, inviting him…tempting him.
    “I want you inside of me,” she begged.
    A soft snarl rattled his chest, and he scraped his teeth over her breast. His version of punishment, but it was more pleasure than pain, and she arched her back against the soft comforter. “Beaston,” she whispered.
    “Again,” he demanded.
    “Beaston,” she said on a sigh.
    He pushed the weight of his chest off her, and on one