Page 348 of Primal Bonds

Her chuckle drew an answering smile from him. He realized he did a lot of that around her—smiling. They were still grinning at each other when he set her on her feet in the bedroom.

Their smiles faded, and they stared at each other. He didn’t know what Rosana saw, but he saw a woman coming into her full beauty. Wavy blue-black hair tumbled around a heart-shaped face. Her nipples were a dusky rose, her waist a taut indentation above softly curved hips, and her skin the color of rich, warm cream.

Her chest heaved. “Adric?”

He traced a fingertip around each high, flawless breast. “I like how you say my name. Ah-dreek.”

Her mouth edged up. “Aa-dric,” she said with perfect American pronunciation. “I just like how it sounds in Portuguese better.”

He huffed a laugh. “You’re such a bad girl.”

“Bad girls have more fun.”

“Do they? Let’s see…” Bending his head, he gave each of her nipples a hard suck. Her arms came around him, one on his back, one holding his head to her breasts.

For a few heartbeats, he allowed himself to remain there, cradled against her body. Just breathing her in.

His shifter senses picked up her pounding heart, but that was only fair, because his heart was beating just as hard.

“Definitely more fun,” he managed to murmur.

He undid the button of her jeans, slipped a finger inside. She opened her legs a little as he teased the edge of her panties.

A fine quiver raced over her skin—and something inside him melted. Something so hard and tight and hidden, he hadn’t even known it existed.

He felt sad and angry at the same time, that this was probably the last night they’d ever share. But it was one more night than he’d expected, and he was determined to make it good for her.

The amber sconces had glowed on when they entered the bedroom. He snapped his fingers and they dimmed to a warm, candlelight yellow.

Guiding Rosana to the bed, he pulled down the quilt. She sat on the mattress and he drew off her jeans. Her panties were the same purple as her bra, and damp with her excitement. Sliding them over her hips and down her legs, he dropped them on her jeans and then knelt on the floor before her.

He nudged her thighs apart. Her sex was a slick, rosy pink. Using his thumbs to open her, he swiped his tongue up the center.

Her breath hitched. She gripped the edge of the bed.

He raised a brow. “More?”

A jerky nod.

“Like this?” He licked her again, and again. Swirling his tongue around her clit, then sucking it into his mouth. Feasting on her. Inhaling the wild, musky fragrance that was Rosana.

When she fell back on the quilt, eyes closed and thighs clenching around him, he lifted her feet onto his shoulders and slipped a finger inside her.

“Yes…” Tiny muscles tightened around him. “Oh, Goddess…”

“That’s it,” he said against her clit. “Come for me, bad girl.”

He ruthlessly sucked and tongued her until she was begging and pleading with him to come inside her. “Not yet,” he said against her sex. “I want you to come for me first.”

“Please,” she rasped—and then arched her back and came with a low, animal sound.

He crawled up her body. Her eyes were closed, the lashes thick ebony crescents, her mouth turned up in a replete curve.

“I think I like being bad.”

“You’re very good at it,” he returned, straight-faced.

Her smile increased. “I am, aren’t I?”

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