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outstretched, calling him to her bed.
    “Yes, my deliciae meae ?” he teased, knowing what she wanted but needing to hear her say it.
    “Please don’t make me beg. I’ve waited so very long for you.” Her voice was so deep, so breathy, only a whisper on the wind. The ancient commander had a hard time controlling himself as the scent of her arousal perfumed the very air he breathed.
    Slowly closing the distance between them, Viktor almost lost control when the tips of her fingers touched the skin just above his belt. He looked deeply into her heavily lidded eyes and saw forever. Never in his very long life had he imagined what it would be like to be joined with the only woman in the world who would ever truly know him.
    Leaning over, he watched her eyes slowly close the rest of the way as her hands slid up his torso, across his sensitive nipples, and around his neck. He willingly went as she pulled him to her. Kissing first one eyelid and then the other, he kissed his way to her sweet mouth knowing the minute their lips touched he would be lost to her forever.
    “Never has there been nor will there ever be a more beautiful woman,” Viktor whispered in her ear before kissing his way down her neck.
    His hands slipped under the sheet to find his mate blissfully naked and craving his touch. Her back arched as his fingers moved up her ribs. She called out to him when he laid his palms over her tender nipples. Her well-manicured fingernails bit into his neck as he tore the sheet from her body and moved his body against hers, all the while continuing to torture her silky skin with his kisses.
    Goose bumps covered her body as he reached between them to rid himself of his trousers and rubbed the back of his hand against her aroused flesh. Twisting his wrist, he ran his index and middle fingers up and down her quivering flesh, coating them both with the hot, wet proof of just how much she enjoyed his touch.
    He smiled against the flesh of her ample bosom as Katarina rolled her hips in an effort to force his fingers where she craved them most. Needing to see her face when he entered her for the first time, even if it was only with his fingers and in her dreams, Viktor pulled back and leaned against his free forearm.
    Katarina’s ivory complexion was the most delicate color of pink. Her cheeks almost glowed in the soft light of her dream world. As Viktor contemplated the sheer inconceivable beauty of his mate, she opened her eyes and smiled a lazy smile. His control snapped. He slammed his lips to hers, slid his fingers deep inside her, and began to do everything within his considerable power to give the keeper of his heart the pleasure she so richly deserved. He sought to mark her as his own, for all eternity.
    As he pushed her higher and higher, felt his dear Katarina coming apart in his arms, his desire was interrupted by an annoyingly incessant beeping just out of his reach. The farther out of Katarina’s dream he fell the louder the noise became, until Viktor was once again watching his mate’s vision instead of experiencing it with her. From one heart beat to the next, he was thrown completely from her dream back to the reality of his office.
    It was then he realized Katarina had set an alarm. He should’ve expected as much. His mate would never sleep the day away with what she thought to be an important presentation hanging over her head. She was just too responsible.
    Now, she was unfortunately awake, which meant the King had to retire once again to the deepest corner of her consciousness. Sighing, Viktor adjusted himself, uncomfortable from his unspent excitement. He chuckled despite the situation, remembering the last time he’d been this hard with no way to relieve himself he’d been thirteen years old, watching the prostitutes the officers brought along for entertainment on the battlefield perform their dance of seduction.
    Standing, he once again looked out the window. Just as before, he didn’t see sky above