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She moaned, bowing up off the bed as he kneaded her breasts, then took one peachy nipple into his mouth. He kissed the other one too, giving it a teasing graze of his teeth.

“You taste the same,” he murmured against her skin. “Still sweet and tender.”

She couldn’t reply, could only twist her fingers in the sheet and suck in her breath as his mouth began a downward trek, leaving a trail of fire everywhere his lips touched her skin. He paused at her hip bone, licked its delicate ridge. “Sweeter here.”

Oh, God.

She lifted her head and watched as he drifted lower still. He glanced up at her as he moved into the apex of her thighs, his irises swamped with amber, swallowing the thin vertical lines of his pupils. That otherworldly, predatory gaze stayed locked on her, the tips of his fangs stretching longer, sharper as his broad mouth spread into a carnal smile. Then he parted her legs and sank down between them.

He kissed the triangle of light curls at the mound of her sex. Mira held her breath, pulse racing, veins filled with liquid fire. Another kiss, this one lingering much longer, the tip of his tongue cleaving into the sensitive folds. He licked her slowly, suckling her, drawing the tender bud against the wet heat of his tongue. His approving growl vibrated against her quivering sex as he went deeper. “So sweet and juicy. This is what I thirst for. You, Mira.”

He went down on her again. The air shuddered out of her lungs on a ragged sigh, sensation shooting through her like tiny lightning bolts, the coming of a storm. He played with her, teasing her clit, tonguing her, making the petals of her body weep for him.

“I need you,” she gasped, rising up to reach for him, fingers digging into the hard bulk of his shoulders. “Please, Kellan. I don’t want to wait. I’m afraid to wait another second . . .”

Afraid the moment would somehow shatter and reality would toss them both back where they’d been just a few minutes ago: Enemies, not lovers. Strangers, not friends.

Back to a man and woman with a distant, shared past, an uneasy present, and a dubious, uncertain future.

Mira couldn’t let go of him, not now. “Come up here. I need to feel you against me again. I want you inside me.”

Whatever he said was lost in a deep, rumbling growl. He moved back up on the bed, shucking his pants along the way. Mira drank in the sight of him, naked and lean and beautiful. So strong and powerful.

So alive.

How long had she dreamed of this moment—being with Kellan again, having him back from the dead?

It made her greedy for him now. Desperate to hold him close, as close as their bodies possibly could be.

Kellan covered her, every inch of him pulsing with warmth and masculinity. He kissed her again, deep and long and possessive. His thighs were wedged between hers, his arousal heavy and hard, the thick shaft nestled upright in the moist cleft of her sex.

Not close enough.

Mira shifted her hips, seating him for his first thrust. She sucked on his tongue, and his cock gave a little kick in response. Kellan moaned into her mouth, a raw sound of need. He broke their kiss with a curse and stared down at her, propped up on his fists.

“I want to go slow with you, but . . .” His voice trailed off, and he shook his head, giving a slight press of his pelvis. The head of his penis nudged into her, testing. “Ah, Christ . . . you feel too good.”

Mira’s heart was banging in her chest like a caged bird, every nerve ending quivering with an urgent need. “I don’t want to go slow. There’s been too much time standing between us. No more, Kellan. Not right now.”

He nodded, eyes rooted on her as he gave another experimental thrust. “You’re so tight. Just like the first time we were together.”

She’d been a virgin that first time—the only time—she and Kellan made love. He had been too. Although their desire had been mutual, undeniable for years before that night, they’d never taken it so far. She’d been too young at first, then, later, when she was a woman, Kellan had thrown himself into his duty with the Order, taking on missions that sent him away for weeks, sometimes months at a time. But he always came back to her, and when he did, it