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clinging to her skin. His hands weren’t exactly steady as he grasped her hips and drove his cock home. He slammed into her, the globes of her ass cushioning his hips as he thrust harder and faster. His balls swung against her softness, ratcheting the need higher and higher.
    He didn’t just want to fuck her. He wanted to possess her. Whatever she’d done before, whoever she’d done before, he wanted to erase them from her memory. He didn’t know what the future held for them, but he wanted her to remember him.
    After years of loving and leaving women, he knew this one was imprinted indelibly on his soul, and he wouldn’t be satisfied until she was equally marked.
    Ciara let out soft sobs as she pushed back against him. He could feel her pulse throbbing and her breath came out in tortured gasps. Barely holding back his own orgasm, he reached around until he could trace her clit.
    It took just the lightest touch to send her over the edge. Her inner muscles milked him so hard he exploded into her. Wave after wave rolled over him and he thought he’d never stop coming. His legs shook, depleted of all strength.
    “Hey! Keep it down up there!” Someone shouted from the balcony below them.
    Ciara let out a muffled laugh and straightened up. The movement dislodged his cock from her tight sheath.
    “Let’s go inside. I could use another glass of wine.” Her face was wet with tears but he didn’t have time to examine her more closely before she slipped into the living room.
    “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He seemed to be asking that a lot.
    “Are you kidding me?” she asked with an incredulous lift of her brow.
    “You have tears on your face.”
    “Do I? I don’t remember crying, except maybe at the end. It’s all a little foggy.”
    He captured a lingering tear on his thumb and licked it away. “I’ve faced far too many women’s tears in my lifetime. I don’t want yours staining my soul.”
    The truth of it shook him to the core. She had faced enough sadness in her marriage and he would damn Morrigan to eternity if his curse added even one more tear to Ciara’s life.
    “These are happy tears. Or at least tears of release, not sorrow. Come on, let’s take the wine into the bedroom.”
     
    Ciara felt his eyes on her ass as she led him to her bedroom. The silk robe caressed her sensitized skin, giving her aftershocks from her recent orgasm. God, that had been incredible. The heat of Declan’s skin combined with the night breeze and the risk of discovery had been an explosive combination.
    When she’d joined him on the terrace, she’d been angry more with herself than with him. Why did she let the subject of infertility get to her so badly? Just because she couldn’t have a child didn’t make her any less of a woman, damn it. It had taken her months to get over feeling inadequate after her divorce and she didn’t like how quickly she’d gotten defensive when Declan had brought up the possibility of her getting pregnant.
    She’d wanted to reclaim the feeling of feminine power she’d had before, and seeing him standing there like a freaking god spurred her on. If ever a woman wanted to feel feminine, Declan was the man to do it. He’d fucked her brains out and left her weak as a day-old kitten.
    His tenderness afterward had shaken her though. How did he go from demanding lover to wiping the tears from her eyes in seconds? The juxtaposition staggered her.
    Maybe it was the link they shared through his goddess mark, but he seemed to know exactly what she was feeling, what she needed without her having to explain it to him. He responded to her unspoken desires, both physical and emotional, without hesitation. It was like they’d been together for years, yet it had only been a few days.
    Crap. Had she only known him two days? It felt like she had known him forever.
    Somehow she couldn’t imagine her life without him part of it. It was like a weird addiction or something. The more she was