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“You are delicious, Callie,” Zar admitted as he pulled them free of her mouth, then positioned his body over hers, nearly crushing her into the mattress before he caught himself and braced most of his weight on his arms at her sides. “Now, my ofelia.” His voice was a strained command, but he couldn’t seem to calm his creature. Callie was too sensual and it sent him spinning every time.

Callie's eyelids fluttered open. "Gentle, Zar.”

The acceptance in her voice was all it took to bring him back to her. She didn’t fear him. She trusted completely. Had anyone ever looked at him the way Callie did? With such tenderness. It shook him to the core. Did she even realize she was doing it? Unable to deny himself a moment longer, Zar lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her lightly before leaving little kisses along her cheeks and chin. When he came to her throat, Zar lingered, tasting her erratic pulse. He nipped her skin, before moving farther south. When he reached the swells of her breasts, Zar clamped his mouth around one and laved at the tip. He took his time suckling and tasting the silkiness of her skin.

Zar, please,” Callie breathlessly pleaded with him as her hands moved towards his wings. She danced her fingers along the tops, then sank her fingers into his feathers and grabbed handfuls.

Zar cursed as he reached between their bodies and took hold of his shaft, then positioned it at her entrance. With their gazes locked, Zar slowly pushed into her tight, hot pussy. He threw back his head and groaned her name. "Do you see how we fit?” he asked, as he thrust deep, then pulled out nearly all the way so that he could do it all over again. “So damn hot and tight. My ofelia.”

Callie heard the endearment coming from Zar’s lips and it had been on the tip of her tongue to agree. She’d caught herself just in time. God, feeling his weight on top of her, his cock filling her. Making love to Zar was like no other sensation in the world. Callie was so completely surrounded by him and she was afraid she would catch fire. Surely Zar had lit a blaze inside of her. When he toyed with her clit and fucked her faster, harder, something broke loose inside her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, sealing them together. Her pulse had hit peak zone when Zar had brought her to climax, but apparently he wasn’t content with one orgasm. No, Zar wanted more from her. He wanted everything. And he wasn’t a man used to being denied either.

Zar started moving faster now, pulling out, then thrusting so deep it drew cries of pleasure from somewhere deep inside Callie’s very core. He ground his hips against hers, then he rose up and hooked his arms beneath her knees and spread her wider still. He pushed in hard and so deep, then faster until he was fucking her beyond reason.

Callie watched the strain on his face and knew that there was some part of him that was holding back, still trying to contain that other half he’d spoken about before. As if he were protecting her from himself. Screw that.

Callie arched her bottom up off the bed, the motion pushed his cock inside her so far she felt impaled. She let loose a whimper of pleasure, and threw her head from side to side, the feel of him buried so deep overwhelming.

The muscles in his neck strained, and his powerful wings held her firm, effectively keeping her in place. Zar caressed her clit with one talented finger, stroking once, twice, then suddenly Callie came undone.

She shouted his name and something seemed to snap in Zar as he took hold of her hips in a tight grip, then drove into her fast and hard. Suddenly he was joining her over that beautiful cliff and pouring every ounce of his seed deep inside of her.

Zar collapsed on top of her, but then quickly lifted onto his arms at her sides. Thank God, another few seconds and Callie would’ve been unable to breathe. The big Zenarian was probably two-hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle. They were both sweating and exhausted, Zar’s cock still inside of her. Seconds ticked by before he lifted his head and smiled down at her. “You’re mine. Say it, Callie.”

She cupped his cheek in her palm. “I want to be yours, Zar,” she admitted, even if it did terrify her to hand her heart to a man. “I want to say the words.”

He kissed the tip of her nose, then whispered, “It’s easy, I promise.”

“Not for me,” Callie grumbled, wishing she were the type to throw caution to the wind and just leap off the edge. But she’d been raised to analyze and evaluate. That shit was hard to break free of. It was one thing to have an impromptu romp, another to let love take hold.

Zar lazily moved to her side before pulling her in close. His wings surrounded her and Callie sighed with relief that he wasn’t going to push the issue.

“You will say it. Maybe not tonight, but I have faith in us, Callie.”

She clutched onto his big, muscular arm and knew a kind of contentment she’d never experienced with anyone but Zar. “We’re tired and tomorrow is a long day.” Well, it was true. Every muscle in her body had been driven to the point of exhaustion.

Zar kissed the back of her head and began caressing her belly with the palm of his hand. Callie closed her eyes and luxuriated in the afterglow. She was nearly asleep when she could’ve sworn she heard Zar whisper, "I cannot lose you, but I would cut out my own heart rather than cause you pain, little dove.”

Walls came crashing down inside Callie at Zar’s declaration. He cared for her. He considered them soulmates. And yet, he would let her walk away if it’s what she wanted. Oh, God, how did a woman respond to that? She closed her eyes and feigned sleep, but it was hours before she was able to shut off the turmoil wracking her brain. Tomorrow they would attend the festival. One more day with Zar. She deserved that much, didn’t she?

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