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rested on his. She was stuffed fuller than she’d ever been. There was some discomfort from the stretching, but it paled in contrast to the overwhelming pleasure.
     
    Once her body had adjusted, she started to move—just a gentle rocking back and forth. The friction was incredible and before long, she was moving faster, relishing every slide of skin along skin. Damien held himself still, letting her set the pace. His beloved face—different but still uniquely his—was racked with the same mix of agony and ecstasy that probably showed on her own.
     
    “Our bodies were made for each other, Damien,” she whispered. Her fingers dug into the solid mass of his upper arms as she rode him. “You could never hurt me.”
     
    “I hope you’re right.” His last word was barely a gasp. They were both too far gone to speak anymore. He groaned and started bucking his hips to meet hers. He palmed the cheeks of her ass and held her tight without using his fingers or claws. They writhed together, reaching for that final peak, higher and scarier than any Katie had climbed before.
     
    And suddenly there it was. She ground her hips down one last time just as she felt the hot rush of Damien’s orgasm. Her consciousness fragmented as every cell in her body seemed to convulse. Her entire universe centered on the hot wash of Damien’s seed and his hard fullness inside her core. Tears rolled down her cheeks and splashed on the skin of his chest as she came. Colored lights burst behind her eyelids, leaving blackness in their wake. Vaguely she felt herself collapse on Damien’s broad chest, gasping for breath. Her eyelids were too heavy to lift, but it didn’t matter. Everything in her world—in the universe—was perfect.
     
    “Katie? Cherie , are you all right?”
     
    Damien’s voice was shaky with concern. She nodded into his shoulder. “Wonderful.”
     
    His arms closed gently around her, shifted her slightly to the side so she was pillowed against his throat. “That you are, mon ange . That you are.”
     
    * * * * *
     
     
    Damien parked his Harley in front of the inconspicuous-looking building that housed his new office. He’d much rather be back at Katie’s loft tucked into bed with her, but duty called. Hers had called even earlier. Somewhere around noon she’d gone off to her job. Turned out the mayor had two paranormal task forces. One for law enforcement—the supernatural cop squad as Katie called it—and one for policy purposes. Katie was an architect and served as a housing-issues consultant on the policy team.
     
    He took his helmet off and went into the building. After passing a surprisingly tough-looking desk sergeant—a troll, perhaps—he was ushered into a large office area, scruffy but comfortable and clearly designed for people bigger and heavier than average. He was greeted by a guy almost as tall and broad as he was, with long bronze-colored hair and eyes to match.
     
    “Hi. I’m Bram Logan, your partner for the next few weeks. Welcome to Philadelphia.”
     
    Logan seemed a reasonable sort. He was friendly, though there was watchfulness in his expression that boded well for his skill as a cop. Damien shook his hand and let the other man show him around the place.
     
    “This is Frank McAuley. He’s in charge of surveillance for the unit.” Damien held out a hand, then realized his mistake and pulled it back with a grimace.
     
    Frank gave a rueful smile as Damien’s hand passed right through Frank’s. “Sorry about that.”
     
    “My fault,” he told the incorporeal ghost. “Pleased to meet you, Frank.” This time he affected a brief respectful bow.
     
    He went on to meet several other interesting people before Logan showed him to a pair of face-to-face desks and told Damien to settle in. Damien immediately noted a photo on the other man’s desk—a beautiful blonde with delicately pointed ears.
     
    “Your wife?” Logan sported a wedding band, so it was a safe bet.
     
    Logan