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“I just thought that you had been very busy,” she concluded lamely, looking down.

Busy with business. Busy with other women. Busy with anything and anyonebut her.

“As have you, it would seem,” he replied silkily.

For a moment, all she could hear were the breaths coming and leaving her body and the incredibly loud pounding of her heart.

And then, there was the faint sound of rustling pages.

“‘Ihave you cornered, now,’she told him triumphantly, her eyes gleaming,” he read out loud. “‘My sweet one, you shall be mine now and mine alone.’” He snapped the book shut. “Is that how you see me, wife?” he asked her softly. “Your prey?”

It was at that moment that Phoebe wondered if she had been mistaken in publishing that particular piece of fiction. In her book, the Wolves were ladies, hunting down unsuspecting gentlemen and wrapping them around their fingers with their seductive wiles.

“Did you think you could tame me?” he questioned her huskily. “Did you forget that I could eat you for breakfast or anytime I so pleased?”

She caught the flash of his wicked smile as he dropped to his knees before her and, without preamble, dragged her night rail over her legs and spread her thighs wide open.

“W-what are you doing!?” she squeaked, even as her body thrilled at his sudden actions. Already, she could feel her core clenching at his proximity.

But Ethan did not answer. He merely dove into that aching space between her legs like a starving man who had been led to a feast.

And almost immediately, whatever thoughts, whatever inhibitions she once possessed were destroyed under the sheer force of his wicked, wicked siege on her most tender flesh.

She tasted likeheaven.

How could he have gone so long without knowing the taste of her, the feel of her in his mouth?

Ethan deduced that he must possess the fortitude of a saint to be able to resist her for this long.

If he had not respected her as a woman, as hiswife, he would have long thrown her on the bed and had his wicked way with her. All the things he could do to her, all the pleasure he could bring themboth…

He pushed those thoughts to the very back of his mind as he focused on Phoebe. Right now, it washerpleasure that mattered to him, even though he could not deny that he loved the taste of the nectar coating his tongue.

“Ethan, oh, Ethan!” she moaned, her fingers sliding into his hair as she instinctively held him to her sweet center. Her thighs were now draped over his shoulders, her feet digging into his back as she arched her back.

Shy, proper Phoebe disappeared. In her place was a magnificent creature of such fire and passion.

Ethan smiled as he licked up her slit, coaxing another loud, uninhibited moan from her. Her essence was like nothing he had ever tasted, and he was now just as insatiable as she was.

He pushed his tongue into her entrance, the source of all that sweet honey pouring out of her. He could simply not have enough of her.

If this was all she would give him, then he would take it all.

He ran his tongue back up her folds to roll around the little nub peeking shyly from beneath its pink hood. In response, Phoebe bucked her hips against his mouth, eager for more as she chanted his name in a fervent whisper, her moans falling upon him like a benediction.

He fastened his mouth upon her flesh, sucking gently and pushing her ever closer to the brink. Her soft gasps had turned into moans and then into loud cries as she cried out for more of the sweet torment he lavished on her.

He flicked the pearl of her desire and felt her legs quake before he sucked on it gently.

Her release was nothing short of magnificent, crashing down on him as her thighs clamped around his ears, muffling the sound of her wild cries as she shook under the onslaught of his tongue.

And even then, as the paroxysms of her orgasm coursed through her, he gave her no quarter. He remained latched onto heruntil with soft, breathy cries, she pleaded for him to release her extremely sensitive flesh from the sweet torment of his attentions.

Ethan pressed a soft kiss to the curls that guarded her mound and looked up at her. Phoebe met his gaze with heavy-lidded eyes, her breath coming out in gasps. When he licked his lips, he could still taste her on his tongue.

So sweet, my delicious little wife.

“Have you changed your mind then, my sweet?” he purred.