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I’ve never felt like this.”
    Her words sliced through him, acting like a spark to flames he was desperately trying to manage. His fangs sharpened. His lower abdomen burned. His cock got even harder. Thicker. Needy.
    “Are you a...shaman?” she asked next.
    “Sadly, no. I did not sit on my ass my entire life practicing magic...either.”
    He slid his left hand forward, putting his chest and shoulders above her feet. Her reaction wasn’t assisting him with control. Her eyelids were lowered slightly, the lashes shadowing her gaze. It still sent yellow-hued sparks. Her lips were parted, sending soft pants of air toward him. He didn’t have to feel them to know of her breaths. He was matching them.
    “That...was unfair, Mikhal.”
    “Who says life is fair? Or death?”
    “Death?”
    He nodded. She leaned backward. The pillow absorbed the move. Her knees opened, the blanket draped them, as if making a well of space for him to fit. She licked her lips again. He struggled against wave after wave of shiver-inducing sensation. And somehow he held back. It was an exquisite form of torture. Reined-back desire. Barely controlled need. Oh! This mating was powerful! Exciting. Massive!
    “Mikhal?”
    His name became a whisper of sound. It caressed his skin. Entered his consciousness. Warmed his heart.
    “Yes?”
    His voice had never been so deep. The chamber reverberated with it. She blinked slowly. Her eyes were even deeper gold when she reopened them. He locked his arms. Legs. Back. Nothing helped. Mikhal slid both hands forward, inclining his body above her. Not touching. Held aloft by bent arms and legs. In a whorl of barely controlled craving while his shudders shook the bed.
    “Are you ever going to kiss me? No. Wait! Don’t answer that. I can’t believe I just said that. Oh. No, Becky. No.”
    Her words surprised. Shocked. Stunned. And terrified.
    Mikhal barely caught the lunge for her throat. He scrunched his eyes shut, and somehow held back from touching her. He stayed that way; hovering...poised in torment, directly above her. His mate. The one. And only. His heart became its own entity, beating with ragged blows against his ribs. His lower belly was a mass of rage and ache, throbbing with want. Heavy with need.
    Every muscle burned as he fought this. Even as he realized he was losing. He couldn’t stop this. The desire was too vast. Too furious. And much too wild.
    And then he felt the barest pressure of her lips to his.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    She’d been accurate but premature. She really had never felt like this. And the certainty kept increasing. Not only was her entire body vibrating at a sex-siren intense-passion range, which was way outside her normal, but once she kissed Mikhal, it might as well be her first time at that, too. From the first touch of her lips to his, she knew it. A fire-like flicker raced from the contact outward, reaching every finger and every toe before pulling back to center in her lower belly. Throbbing into a sensation of tension. Need.
    Gotta-have.
    His lips slammed onto hers, pushing her neck back onto pillows. He was as strong as he looked. He hovered above her, keeping her from being crushed by his weight as his lips created all kinds of havoc. Strands of his black hair brushed her cheeks. A slight prick of pain in her mouth was followed instantly by the most wondrous impression of rapture. Becky pulsed up from the mattress, pressing against him for a moment before dropping back. This was insane. Amazing.
    Unbelievable.
    He might as well be an Incan Sun-god with the way he could kiss.
    If this was a dream, she hoped she never woke up.
    Becky pulled her arms from beneath the blanket, wrapped them about his shoulders, and pulled him closer. Meshed lips and tongues. Creating and enjoying all sorts of pleasure. Becky’s moans started as she sucked and licked. Her legs gathered him closer, despite the blanket between them. Her khakis. The skirt-thing of his. And whatever else. She