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Elise couldn’t wait either. She slid naked under his arm and pressed her cheek to his bare chest with a little sigh of pure happiness. Then she held perfectly still for a long moment, trying to assess what was going on.

  To her relief, the door of the vault didn’t so much as rattle. She wasn’t sure if the hunger inside her was so great it was overcoming any bad memories or if she was beginning to move past the fear that had been stirred inside her that night he came to the door of her darkened bedroom. She only knew it felt good—right—to be near him again. To feel the hard, warm wall of his chest against her cheek and breathe in his familiar smoke, fur, and leather musk. It was the scent of safety…the scent of home.

  “Gods, baby,” Merrick murmured, stroking her back gently with one large hand. “Feels so damn good to have you in my arms again.”

  “I like it too,” Elise admitted shyly. “It…it feels right, somehow.”

  “More than right…perfect,” he corrected her. “I love the way you fit against me. It’s like you’re a part of me that’s been missing—a part I’ve been looking for without even knowing it. And now you’re back where you belong.”

  Elise couldn’t have put it any better herself. “Yes.” She nodded, her cheek brushing his chest. “Yes, exactly.” She could feel the hunger curling inside her, stretching like a cat being stroked. This skin to skin contact was giving her exactly what she so desperately needed. But it was also changing the hunger, turning it into something else…lust.

  She bit her lip and shifted against Merrick uneasily as her nipples suddenly stiffened into tight, achy peaks and her pussy began to feel hot and wet. The feeling of heat and need grew stronger and stronger until she had the sudden urge to tear herself away from Merrick’s side and somehow fix the problem.

  She started to move away from the shelter of his muscular arm but Merrick murmured, “Stay.”

  “Um, what?” Elise looked up at him uncertainly to see that he was looking down at her, an unreadable look on his face.

  “Stay,” he repeated. “It’s all right to feel this way, Elise. It’s all right to need what you need and want what you want. Just stay with me and let it flow. Let yourself feel. Give in to it.”

  She bit her bottom lip nervously. “I don’t know if I can.”

  “You did once before,” he said softly. “Remember how you let me touch you—how you let me stroke you and pet your soft little pussy? Remember how wet and hot you got for me?”

  “I…yes,” Elise admitted breathlessly. “I remember.”

  “That’s good, baby,” he rumbled. “Because I wanna do it again…only this time with my tongue.”

  Elise shivered at the thought of being so open for him, so helpless and vulnerable. She wanted it, but at the same time, she was frightened. Scared that the act would somehow bring a monster from her past she didn’t even know about roaring out of the vault to devour her.

  Merrick seemed to catch her anxiety because he softened the urgency in his voice and stroked her arm again. “Don’t worry, we’re not going to do the same things that freaked you out last time. This time it’s going to be different.”

  “Different? How?” Elise asked uncertainly.

  “For one thing, I can hardly move right now so you’re going to be completely in control. You’re literally going to be on top.”

  “What? But how?” she protested.

  “Straddle me and I’ll show you what I mean.”

  Elise rose to her knees, feeling self conscious, and did as he said—or tried to, anyway. But his chest was so broad she found she was more sitting on him than straddling him. She started to get up but he shook his head and touched her thighs lightly.

  “No, stay. And don’t worry—you’re not ‘squashing’ me.” He gave her a lopsided smile she couldn’t help but return. Still, she felt nervous.

  “I’m just, uh, I feel kind of…of open here.” She nodded down to her spread thighs. Her pussy was opened wide by the position—so wide the tender, slippery pink inside was fully visible. The lust inside her was growing by the moment, making her hotter and wetter than she’d ever been before. So wet that… “Oh God, I’m, uh, leaking on you.” Elise couldn’t control her mortification. Already her outer pussy lips and inner thighs were slick with her juices but it seemed like her body just didn’t know when to stop. Without meaning to, she had made a small but very obvious wet spot in the center of Merrick’s chest. “I’m so sorry! I’ll get something to clean you up.”

  She started to get up but once again his light touch on her thighs stopped her.

  “Don’t.” His deep voice was hoarse with emotion. “Don’t worry about it, baby. It’s just your body telling you how much you need this—how much we need each other. Besides, I love it.”

  “You…you do?” Elise looked at him uncertainly.

  In answer, Merrick reached between her thighs and swiped two thick fingers gently up the length of her pussy. His light touch sent a bolt of pure pleasure through her body and she gasped and jumped. But Merrick wasn’t done yet. Slowly and deliberately, his eyes never leaving hers, he brought his fingers, slick with her juices, to his mouth, and sucked them clean with obvious enjoyment.

  “Delicious,” he growled softly. “Come here and let me show you.”

  “Show me? How?”

  “I want to kiss you. Kiss you right.” Merrick motioned for her and Elise leaned forward to meet his lips. He was so tall she found herself lying on him in much the same way she had during their last sexual encounter. It felt good though…familiar and right. She loved the feel of her breasts pressing against the hard planes of his chest, her nipples made stiff and sensitive by the stimulation.

  When she reached him, Merrick threaded one hand through her long hair and pulled her close. “Taste yourself,” he murmured. “See how delicious you are.” Then he took her lips in a long, hot, open-mouthed kiss that left Elise breathless. She moaned softly as he thrust his tongue between her lips, sharing the honey he’d sucked from his fingers earlier. God, she did taste good on his mouth. More than good—incredibly hot and delicious.

  Merrick moved his tongue slowly and deliberately, showing her exactly how he was going to taste her, Elise was sure. She couldn’t help responding, giving herself completely to the kiss, opening her mouth for him as she knew she would soon be opening her pussy. She could feel herself getting wetter and more slippery by the minute as she rubbed against his broad chest but Merrick obviously didn’t mind. He growled low in his throat and Elise thought she could almost feel his impatient, unquenchable lust for her. But that was crazy, wasn’t it? After all, she didn’t feel Merrick’s emotions through the bond the way he felt hers—or at least she never had before.

  At last Merrick broke the kiss and looked her in the eyes. “See?” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Fucking delicious. Can’t wait to taste it straight from the source. Come here, baby…let me eat your pussy.”

  Part of Elise wanted to hold back, but the hunger and lust inside wouldn’t let her. Carefully, she crawled up his big, muscular body until she was straddling his face, her thighs open around his head. “Like this?” she asked, looking down uncertainly.

  “Yeah…exactly like that.” His eyes were hot and half-lidded with lust as he looked up at her, his lips parted as though in anticipation. “Just lower yourself down,” he instructed. “Lower yourself down and let me taste that sweet little cunt.”

  His hot, dirty words excited her almost as much as the vulnerable sexual position she found herself in. Gripping the headboard of the bed, which seemed to be made of some rough wood, she let herself come down just as he had asked, positioning her pussy just above his mouth.

  Merrick licked up, his hot tongue swiping across her heated slit from bottom to top, tickling her clit and making her gasp and jump. He did it again and Elise grasped the headboard harder, trying not to cry out. God, his mouth was so hot and his tongue was so talented. It felt amazing, but she still needed more somehow.

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