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I always think I want to savor the journey…”
    “And then something happens?”
    “ You happen.” She bracketed his face between both hands and leaned up to kiss his mouth. “The first night we met you had my pants around my ankles before I knew what had hit me.”
    He remembered. She’d wanted to be coy and mysterious, but he’d destroyed her composure with just one kiss. “I was rather proud of myself.”
    “I was never that fast with any other man. That should tell you something.”
    He turned his face and bit her thumb. “Don’t.”
    “Sorry.”
    Now wasn’t the time for regrets. He resettled himself between her legs and leaned down to kiss her. He rubbed his mouth over hers, lightly at first, but she dug her fingers into his scalp.
    He growled into her mouth and then thrust his tongue inside, deepening the kiss, tasting her, mingling his tongue with hers and reacquainting himself with the ridges inside the top of her mouth, the blunted sharpness of her teeth.
    She in turn scraped her tongue on the points of his incisors, leaving behind a trace of blood that set his body on fire. He broke the kiss. “Witch!”
    “Danny, I don’t want slow.”
    “Baby, let me be in control.”
    “You always are.”
    He gave a violent shake of his head. “Let me be in control of myself.”
    “I’m not afraid of you.”
    “You should be,” he whispered harshly. But already he felt the change coming on. Felt his teeth descending. Felt his body hardening. “No!”
    With a sharp tug, she pulled his hair. “Yes!”
    He reared up to put space between their bodies. Then he thrust his hands beneath her bottom and lifted her up until only her head and shoulders lay on the mattress. She draped her legs over his shoulders and thrust a hand between her legs to spread her folds, inviting him to look.
    Her scent, mixed with his, intensified, feeding the hunger growing inside him. Her eyes widened, and he knew she was staring at his eyes, at the animalistic glow reflected by the lamplight. He bent toward her sex, inhaled her fragrance, and then sank his mouth into her slick folds.
    His tongue lavished her, licking clean the soft swollen folds. Her thighs tightened, trying to draw closed, but he swung his head side to side and sucked at her inner lips until she trembled and opened, inviting him deeper. He pointed his tongue and tunneled into her, licking at her inner walls, consuming her creamy arousal.
    Her fingertips clutched at his hair, tugging rhythmically, stinging his scalp. A deep-throated growl vibrated through him. Her heels dug into his back, and she pumped her hips up and down as whimpers slipped from her mouth.
    Viper latched his lips around her clitoris and suckled, drawing gently at first, then pulling stronger as the rounded knot hardened and protruded, stretching past its protective hood. He swirled his tongue atop it, over and over while her bottom wriggled and her tummy undulated.
    Only when she gave a short, shrill scream did he relent, lowering her to the bed.
    Once again, he lay over her, resting on his elbows while he watched her face as she recovered. Her lips were swollen and blurred, her cheeks a pretty, intense rose. Her eyelids fluttered then sprang open, catching him staring down at her.
    “You are diabolical.”
    He tapped the end of her nose. “Who even uses that word anymore?”
    “Don’t change the subject,” she said, pausing to drag in a deep breath. “That nearly killed me.” She slid a hand between their bodies and cupped her sex. “I’m so hot.”
    Viper ducked down and kissed her. “And wet. Running like a faucet.”
    Mariah gave him a glare. “Are you looking for praise? Because you’re not endearing yourself to me at the moment.”
    He laughed, the sound catching him by surprise.
    “I love that sound.” Her expression softened. “I love you.”
    Warmth filled his chest. “I’m not nearly through with you,” he said, a ragged texture to his voice.
    Her eyelids dipped then