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rumbled in his throat, a sound so feral that if I hadn’t seen his lifeline, I’d have pegged him for a Lycan. He braced himself on one forearm by my head, a hard kiss covering my lips. Hot, open mouthed kisses and soft nips. He made me chase him, and drove his tongue past my lips to ravage the softness within.
    The kiss scrambled every thought process until I was operating on sheer instinct. My bra disappeared, cool air washing over the exposed skin and making me shiver. His hand closed over one breast, and I shivered for entirely different reasons.
    A soft mewl rose in my throat, lost under his lips as he cupped me, rolling the nipple between his fingers before tweaking it—a gentle twist and pull, unexpected, but one that sent a charge from my nipple right to my pussy. He smiled, lips curving against mine, and did it again. My back came off the sofa, my breast pushing into his hand. Offering him more. Offering him everything.
    He kissed me until I wasn’t sure which way was up. He broke away, leaving me dazed as he worked his way along the side of my neck and downward. Before I’d managed to collect my wits, wet suction closed around my nipple, and I gasped again. Oh god, that was fucking amazing.
    Reaching up, I grabbed the arm of the sofa and held on as he laved attention on my breasts. His hands weren’t idle either. His fingers traced a delicate pattern over my stomach, making me suck my breath in when he reached my waistband. He teased me with quick flicks and long suckles on my tits as he dipped his fingertips under the waist of my pants.
    Pleasure fought heat, which battled with need through every cell of my body. I wanted the torment to end, to rip both our clothes off and for him to bury his cock deep where we both needed it, but at the same time I needed to draw this out. The Grimm seemed to have taken a night off, so I wanted to savor it and relish the chance to be a normal person before it came back.
    “More,” I demanded, hands rifling through the short strands of his dark hair. “More now.”
    He bent his head, his chuckle warm against the skin between my breasts. “You’re a demanding one, that’s for sure. Perhaps a Valkyrie?”
    “Yeah, right. Now who’s talking fairytales?” I snorted, the sound aborted as he planted open-mouthed, hot kisses across the soft curve of my abdomen.
    Strong fingers flicked open the button fly on my pants with ease. I sucked in a breath as he pressed another kiss over the scrap of fabric that was revealed. Panic hit me. Which ones had I put on when I woke up this afternoon? Crap, I hoped they were the nice ones and not the can’t be bothered comfy, granny panties.
    “Satin…pretty.”
    Okay, that answered that question. Relief relaxed all my muscles, only to have them tense up again when he traced the edge of the satin. “Very pretty.”
    “You talk too much.”
    “Yeah?” He stroked along the top of my foot in a soft caress. Dominance and delicateness; a heady combination. Lifting my leg, he nuzzled the back of my knee. Warm heat flooded me, my body clenching hard around nothing.
    “Why? You think I have better things to do with my mouth?”

Chapter Four
     
    God, yeah . Hell yeah . I opened my mouth, but couldn’t frame a reply, not when he carried on up my inner thigh. All my attention focused on his movements, on each kiss as he pressed it against my skin. Every one took him higher and closer to where I needed him.
    Lifting my arms, I clutched at the pillows above my head again, using them to anchor me as he resettled himself between my legs. He was broader than I’d realized, his shoulders forcing my legs wider, opening me up to him for whatever he wanted to do.
    Hot breath poured like warm syrup over my satin-clad mons, the fabric damp between my thighs. Anticipation held my body in thrall, every muscle and cell tight as I focused on his every move. He leaned forward to press a kiss over the satin, and a rumble of pleasure and approval rolled from