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the fingers tormenting her, moving over her so he could fit his hard length into the space made for him. She tried to move down onto him, but his strength denied her. Her frustration level rose higher and higher as she strained toward him. Finally, she could take no more.
    “Yes! Dammit, yes!” She panted against him. “Come into me now.”
    With an animalistic growl, he pushed forward, breaching the tightness of her body with a slow, firm, inward thrust.
     
    Even in his passion, he moved carefully, lest he hurt her. He’d felt how tight she was with his fingers. He knew she’d have trouble taking him at first, but she’d adapt, and come to love his possession. He’d make her sing out in joy when she came around him, and he could hardly wait to bring her with him, over the edge into bliss.
    But first, he had to get fully inside. He thrust shallowly, reveling in the feel of her passage. She was tight, but her maidenhead was absent. She’d had other men before him. With a wave of dominance, he was glad she’d have something to compare him with. This way, she’d know their joining was nothing ordinary.
    No, this joining would be of epic proportions. He felt the heat rising already. Things were churning inside him in a way that was new to him and the boost to his energies coming from their joining spiked higher, like nothing he’d expected.
    It was even better than the best he’d ever had. Stronger, more fulfilling and hotter than hell.
    He let himself dare to hope that she might be the One. He didn’t need the final sign that would come with climax, to know it in his heart. She was his One. He could feel it in his bones as he began to thrust deeper, keeping time with her cries of passion.
    “Are you with me, sweetheart?”
    He needed her to look at him, even though she could barely make him out in the darkness of the cave. But he needed to see her sparkling eyes as his body joined fully with hers this first time.
    “I’m with you.” Her words were faint gasps of air as she climbed ever higher with him.
    “My name is Atticus,” he told her, thrusting hard and deep, fully embedding himself as if he would never leave. “Say my name, Lissa. I need to hear it on your lips.”
    She panted. “Atticus.” Her inner muscles clenched around him as she rose higher still. “Faster, Atticus. I need it harder.” Her words were heated whispers of delight and yearning.
    He complied with a groan of satisfaction, seating himself deep. He pumped hard, reaching into her mind with his to know when and how she wanted him to thrust. But her thoughts were in perfect alignment with his and he noted the ease with which he accessed her mind as yet another sign that she was his One.
    The thought brought him to a trembling precipice. She was right there with him. With a final push, he tumbled over the edge, his body spurting inside her as she screamed in ecstasy, clenching around him.
    He hadn’t come so hard in years, if ever. And she loved every minute of it. He could feel the satisfaction in her mind—a mirror of his.
    Magnificent, joyous union. At last.
    Pathways opened between their two souls, joining them together for all time. He realized with a blinding flash that he had full access to her memories now, as if they were his own. He wondered if she would have the same access to his mind. The thought gave him pause. Some of his memories were too grim to share with such a kind and gentle woman.
    She was such a bright beacon of hope in his otherwise dark world. He didn’t want to subject her to his memories, including centuries of living in a world that had been sometimes harsh, and even inhuman. He doubted she could accept the more sinister parts of his long existence.
    “Don’t think that, Atticus.” She shocked him with her words as she stroked his chest with trembling fingers. “There is no part of you that I couldn’t accept.”
    “Then you share my mind?” His heart opened in joy at the thought. He’d found her at