neck, his voice a dark, driving demand in her ear. "Ah, shit, I can't ask you like this."
His mouth locked onto her shoulder, his teeth pressing into her skin. As she cried out, her elbows went lax, but he caught her before she fell into the mattress, holding her up with an arm between her breasts.
"Ask me..." she panted.
"I would... if I could stop this... but oh, God..."
He pulled back, then entered her, going just as deep as he'd said he would, the powerful surge making her arch her back and call out his name. He started in with that rhythm that drove her wild, but he was still gentle, moving with so much less power than she sensed he could.
She was loving the feel of him, that fullness, that stretching and gliding back, when it dawned on her that they were going to go to work on his body within the hour.
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What if this was their last time?
Tears pooled. Matted her lashes. Blinded her. And when he twisted her chin around so he could kiss her, he saw them.
"Don't think about it," he whispered against her mouth. "Stay with me in this moment. Stay right here with me."
Remember this moment. Remember him here...
He pulled out, turned her over, and joined them face-to-face, brushing at her cheeks and kissing her as he kept up with the sex. They peaked at the same time, the pleasure so great, his head went loose on his neck as if he couldn't hold it up any longer.
Afterward, he rolled onto his side and gathered her against his chest. As she listened to the thumping of his heart, she prayed the thing was as strong as it sounded.
"What were you going to say?" she whispered in the dimness.
"Will you be my wife?"
She lifted her head. His hazel eyes were dead serious and she had the feeling he was thinking the same thing she was: Why hadn't they been mated sooner?
The single word left her on a sigh. "Yes..."
He kissed her softly. "I want to do it both ways. Your way and in a Catholic church. Would that be all right?"
She touched the cross he wore. "Absolutely."
"I wish there was time to-"
The alarm clock started to go off. With a vicious move, he slapped it into silence.
"I guess we need to get up," she said, moving away a little.
She didn't get far. He pulled her back down to the bed, pinned her with his body, and slipped his hand between her legs.
"Butch-"
He kissed her full on and then said against her mouth, "Once more for you. Once more, Marissa."
His gliding, talented fingers left her liquid, her skin and bones melting into him as his mouth went to her breast and he pulled her nipple between his lips. He drove her quickly out of control until she was flushed and gasping, arching into him, enthralled.
Urgent, electric pressure built up and then snapped free in a blaze of current. With loving attention, he helped her ride out the orgasm as she skipped like a flat stone over water, hitting the surface of the pleasure and flying again, only to land and ricochet once more.
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The whole time he was above her, watching her with hazel eyes that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
He was going to die tonight. She knew it with total certainty.
John sat in the back of the empty classroom, taking up space in the far corner at his regular, by-his-lonesome table. Training usually started at four, but Zsadist had sent out an e-mail saying classes would begin three hours later tonight. Which was fine. John had had the chance to watch Wrath in action longer.
As the clock ticked closer to seven, the other trainees filed in. Blaylock was last. He was still moving slowly, but he was talking more easily with the guys, kind of like he was getting used to himself. He took a seat up front, shuffling his long legs around to fit.
Abruptly, John realized someone was missing. Where was Lash? Good God... what if he'd died? But no-somebody would have passed that news along.
Down in front, Blaylock laughed at one of the other trainees, then bent over to put his backpack on the floor.
As he came back to level, his eyes met John's across the room.
John flushed and looked away.
"Hey, John," Blaylock said, "you want to come sit with me?"
The whole class went quiet. John glanced up.
"View's better from here."