Taming The Hunter. Michele Hauf

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      Eryss clutched at his hip, beckoning him faster, and never losing eye contact. The expressions on his face moved from a tense, lip-biting agony to a cool, smirking confidence. And then his eyes closed and his body trembled. His thrusts grew deeper, harder. She dug her fingernails in at his hip, begging, pleading for the mastery.

      And the tug and tease of his erection at her clitoris summoned an orgasm that shook her very bones at the same time that he gasped and clutched the couch near her head. They came together.

      As they had through the centuries.

      * * *

      Dane was startled awake by Eryss’s cry. They lay entwined on the emerald sofa amid a wild and weird winter jungle. Still in the clinging throes of sleep, he watched as she sat up and touched her ribs just beneath her breast. Right where that weird birthmark darkened her skin.

      “You okay?” he muttered, fighting the urge to come fully awake.

      She nodded sleepily. She was fighting wakefulness as well. It was still dark outside. “Just a weird dream.”

      She settled beside him and he pulled her close. As her skin melded against his, his erection took note and he smiled against her shoulder.

      “Really?” she murmured.

      “It’ll settle,” he said. “Unless...?”

      “Come inside me, Dane,” she said in a beautiful sleepy tone.

      And so he did, slipping into her hot wetness and not even feeling the need to thrust. It just felt great being inside her. And together they drifted to sleep again.