Page 69 of Paws and Claws

"Tabitha." His warning tone sent shivers down her spine.

"What? You love it when I make you chase me." She pressed a kiss to his jaw. "Keeps you on your toes."

His response was to capture her lips in a searing kiss that left her magic crackling through the air like fireworks. When they broke apart, she rested her forehead against his.

"I love you," she whispered. "Even if you are a total killjoy sometimes."

"I love you too, troublemaker. Always and forever."

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DOMINIC

Dominic’s heart swelled as Tabitha’s eyes lit up, her lips curling into that mischievous smile he’d fallen for. She said yes. His Tabitha. His soon-to-be wife. The woman who’d turned his orderly, rule-bound world upside down and made him realize there was more to his life than duty. He wasn’t about to let this moment pass without marking it in a way she’d never forget.

“But don’t think I’m done making this night unforgettable,” he said, his voice low and rough with emotion.

Tabitha arched a brow, her grin widening. “Oh, Sheriff Blackmane, are you finally going to break a rule or two for me?”

“For you? Always,” he growled, scooping her up in his arms with ease. She let out a surprised laugh, her arms looping around his neck as he carried her toward their bedroom. Her laughter was music to his ears, and he couldn’t help but think how lucky he was to have her. She was his chaos, his fire, his everything.

“Careful,” she teased, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “You might just spoil me.”

“That’s the plan,” he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. He laid her gently on the bed, his hands lingering on herhips. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and something darker, something that made his pulse quicken.

Her breath hitched as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was deep and slow. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, coaxing them open, and she sighed into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair. He could feel the heat of her skin beneath his fingers, and it ignited something primal in him. She was his, and he was going to cherish every inch of her.

Dominic pulled back just enough to start undressing her, his hands moving with deliberate slowness. He wanted to savor this moment, every second of it. Her shirt came off first, revealing the soft curve of her shoulders and the delicate swell of her breasts. She arched into his touch as his hands slid down her sides, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just above her waistband.

“Dominic,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire.

“I love you so much,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her jaw as he worked the button of her jeans. He tugged them down her legs, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. His breath caught as he took her in, her body a perfect blend of strength and softness.

He kissed his way down her neck, his lips trailing over her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts. She gasped as his tongue circled her nipple, her back arching off the bed. His hands roamed over her thighs, parting them gently as he settled between them.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Every part of you.”

His lips found the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and he felt her shiver beneath him. He pressed a kiss to her core through the fabric of her underwear, and she moaned, her hips lifting off the bed.

“Dominic, please,” she breathed, her voice trembling.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down as she lifted her hips to help him. And then she was bare before him. He didn’t waste another second.

Dominic’s tongue flicked against her most sensitive spot, and she let out a broken moan, her hands twisting in the sheets. He teased her relentlessly, his tongue swirling and dipping, driving her wild. Her thighs trembled around his head, and he held her firmly, refusing to let her pull away. He wanted her to feel every stroke, every flick, every caress.

“Dominic,” she gasped, her voice strangled with pleasure. “I’m so close.”

He didn’t let up, his tongue working her mercilessly, his fingers sliding inside her. She soon came undone with a cry, her body convulsing as he drank her in, her pleasure as much his as it was hers. When she finally collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving, he pulled back, his own breathing ragged.

“That,” he said, his voice raw with satisfaction, “was just the start.”

Tabitha’s laugh was breathless, her eyes hazy with pleasure.

Dominic stood by the bed, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his desire. His fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt, and then his pants hit the floor with a soft thud. His hard length stood proudly, a testament to the hunger that burned through him. He took a moment to drink her in—Tabitha, sprawled on the bed, her skin flushed, her eyes dark with need. She was his, and the thought sent a rush of possessive satisfaction through him.

"Dominic," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers through his body. "Stop staring and get over here."

He smirked, climbing onto the bed with the grace of a predator. "Bossy, aren’t you?"

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