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Not only had she not faulted him for his reticence, but she had kissed him again. This kiss was different than her last and it caused desire to settle in his stomach. She pulled away, though, and pressed her face to his neck. His breathing matched hers as did his racing heart.

Her nip and responding licks furthered his need. This time was different than the last time, he knew that. But even though she seemed at ease, excited even, he needed to know she wanted this right now. He would not push again; every part of his body shied away at the thought of causing her any discomfort. He, of course, had thought of this moment every day; he couldn't help it. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and her scent drove him crazy, and even though he couldn't say it, he loved her more than he could currently process.  

He nosed her cheek, urging her to lift her head back up to meet his eyes. He couldn't say the words, though; his eyes just bored into hers with the unspoken question.