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kiss, delicate pressure, advance and retreat, teasing away to nibble his lips. At first he was so still that she thought he was humoring her, and she expected him to break away with a sympathetic look. Sorry, Pru. You can’t start my engine, he might say. Except that he finally moved, and not to set her away. His arms came up like he was swimming through deep water, and then he tangled a hand in her hair, the other splaying on her back.
    Elated, she went for a longer kiss, and he made a low sound in his throat as their tongues flirted. With each flutter, he hardened against her belly until he burned her, hot and throbbing. She wrapped her arms around him in an excuse to get more friction. He especially liked it when she sipped at his tongue, and he actually moaned when she pulled it between her lips.
    Mouth-fucking.
    When Dom broke away, panting, she thought they were done, and she couldn’t even argue that he hadn’t let her try. For a few seconds, he only stared down at her with a fevered, incredulous expression, and then he went back in for another kiss. This time, her toes curled because he ate at her lips so hungrily, all teeth and tongue and vicious need. Without breaking the kiss, she pulled him to the bedroom.
    As they tumbled to the mattress together, he seemed to startle, like someone waking from a dream. But his cock was still hard, so she nuzzled a trail of kisses along his jaw, skirting his mouth, and then she went for his throat. A muffled groan escaped him, and heat flooded her pussy. He wants me. There was something irresistible in that.
    Rubbing her wet, open mouth over his chest made him jump and shake. On some level, Pru couldn’t believe he was still letting her set the pace. She straddled his hips and lowered her head to lick his pectorals. Other than the hands in her hair, he didn’t react, but she felt the tremors working through him. Just like hers, his nipples were hard, and his whole body twisted when she kissed one. Silently he pushed her head down until she sucked and licked to the point that he actually raised his hips, grinding against her.
    Impossible to get a breath. On fire and a little dizzy, she slid lower, licking a path over his ribs to nibble the curve of his hip. He fisted his hands in the covers, feverishly silent. Now it wasn’t enough that he wanted her. Pru needed him to talk—to make sounds—and it seemed like he was strangling them. Only the rapid rasp of his breath made it out.
    “You have to tell me what you want next.”
    This was a gamble. He might be pretending she was someone else; this could shatter illusions and interfere with his fantasy. His eyes were closed, and his expression radiated a complex pleasure-pain. But she couldn’t do this if he wasn’t with her.
    Dom opened his eyes, and he jerked when he saw how close her face was to his cock. The tremor deepened into a full shudder. She’d never heard his voice sound like that when he said, “Suck me.”
    She took him without further teasing; he lifted his hips with an alacrity that made her mouth water. No pretense now, no hesitation. He tangled his hands in her hair and urged her on. Pru swirled her tongue beneath the head and grazed him tenderly with her teeth. That made him thrust faster, not even trying to throttle his moans anymore. Like an animal, he hunched upward, and a snarl escaped him when she pulled back. But he couldn’t finish like this; that would leave him an escape clause.
    Her breath came in soft whines. “It’s time, Dom. You promised you’d come back when I could shift, when I became your mate. I’m offering myself now. Will you be mine?”
    Something flashed in his face, not reluctance exactly, but he didn’t want to say it. He had to say it. She squeezed his cock.
    “Yes,” he bit out. “Fuck yes.”
    Pru held him still as she mounted. His eyes just about rolled back in his head when she sank down on him. From this angle, he felt massive inside her. She paused to adjust, but it