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more of his teasing fingers, he flattened his tongue against her against her swollen flesh, lapping at her lips, her moisture, as her thighs trembled against his shoulders.
    His hands pushed her thighs down, opening her completely to him, so he could taste every inch of her. He dipped the tip of his tongue into her wetness, then drew it up to her clit. She dug her fingernails into the animal skins beneath her. The urge to cry out clawed at her chest. She bit her lip to prevent herself from howling like a beast again.
    Her breathing grew shallower and she rubbed herself faster and faster against his mouth, her mind empty of any rational thought, empty of everything except this driving need that was threatening to pull her apart limb from limb. An orgasm was building between her legs, coming from a place that was deeper than anything she'd ever felt before. She was teetering on the edge, trying to hold it off for one moment longer, when her teeth broke through the skin of her lip and she tasted blood. She could hold it back no longer. The howl rolled up from deep inside her chest as she surrendered control. The last thing she remembered was the feel of his mouth latched onto her, swallowing her orgasm whole.
    XI
    She was holding him back. People had plans for him. People had no plans for her. They certainly didn't have plans for a baby. A baby would have angered many, many people and so Julianne left.
    XII
    When she came to, he was leaning over her, stroking her face, worry marring his fine features. He barked softly at her. Are you okay? Julianne understood that. She took a deep breath and wiggled beneath him. Her body seemed to be okay. He laid his head against her chest and listened to her heart. He growled into her breasts. I killed you.
    No, Julianne shook her head. She plunged her fingers into his tangled hair and rubbed at his scalp.
    "I'm okay," she whispered. A nervous giggle escaped her lips. She was a tiny bit scared, she could admit that to herself. She had never blacked out during an orgasm before. It had been too much, trying to let go while trying not to scream like a banshee at the same time. Sensory overload, and her body had shut down.
    She wanted to do it again.
    She reached around him and ran her palms down his spine, bump by bump. His body shuddered. When her hands reached his hips, she slid them over his backside and then underneath, where she found his hard cock pressed tight against his stomach. She wrapped her hand around it. This was what she wanted, this right here, this deep inside her.
    She rolled her hips back and pointed the smooth, swollen head of his cock at her entrance. He stopped her.
    "Please," she whispered, rubbing the head against her slick lips until his hips were moving in sync with her own.
    She started to pull him inside her. He stopped again, his eyes guarded as they searched her face. Then he pushed in another inch, pulled out slightly, then pushed back in. Julianne closed her eyes in ecstasy.
    "More," she pleaded. She flattened her palms on his back and pulled him all the way into her. She wanted him that close, as close as two people could be. She wanted to make him feel exactly the way he had made her feel—splintered and melded all at the same time. He began to thrust and she tightened her muscles around him. Each stroke took him deeper inside her, filling her up, fitting her perfectly.
    Beads of sweat broke out on his back as he pumped his hips faster and faster. Julianne felt the low growl winding up inside his chest. She thrust her hips back at him, matching his rhythm, until he buried his face in her shoulder, his body collapsing onto her.
    XIII
    Shoppers swirled around Julianne, but she was in a perimeter of stillness and utter silence as memories washed over her. He was staring at her over the other woman's shoulder. Julianne couldn't read his expression. So much had gone unsaid between them, so much they'd never been able to comprehend about the other.
    She had never let