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br /> She had survived the onslaught that bonding with him would have
caused.
Gently, Cian opened the bond between them. It was new, but Cian
was impressed with the strength of it. Her mind was tired, but
functioning. She was in a deep, dreamless sleep. Her brain needed
respite.
He leaned down and pulled her legs into a more comfortable
position. She sighed and rolled toward his warmth as though she
knew he would protect her. Cian grinned as she cuddled closer to him.
If he hadn’t just put her through hell, he would consummate his
marriage in the physical sense. He would roll her onto her back and
get between those pretty thighs of hers. He would ride her until they
both passed out from the exertion. She was his. He had seen down to
her soul. He knew she was perfect for them.
As she had gone through many of the important events of his life,
he had gone through hers. He kissed the top of her head and inhaled
her sweet smell. So many people had disappointed her. How could
they not have seen how wonderful she was? Sure she was quiet, but
her mind was quick, and she had the most delicious sense of humor.
She was sassy and independent. Her sensuality had been completely
untapped and unappreciated by the men in her life. Cian wouldn’t
make the same mistake. He was considered to be the smartest man of
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his generation. He had no intention of proving dumb when it came to
his wife. She was an amazing gift.
Cian’s hands clenched as he thought about the last little scene that
had played out in his head. He was going to kick his brother’s ass
when he returned. He was an idiot, that other half of him. Beck had
made Meg feel worse than that worthless ex-husband of hers.
