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His eyes were dead set, and Evelyn knew at that moment, no matter what she wanted or what she said, he’d always respect her, her decisions, her wants. He’d stop it all if she asked.

“Don’t you dare,” she said.

“Thank the Moon,” he breathed, his lips crashing back to hers.

She’d never wanted anything like this before. The hunger. The desire. The maddening need of wanting him closer, to feel his skin burn against hers. Fire flared in Evelyn’s veins, a heat she knew all too well, but with Kade’s magic connecting to hers, it was like a burning inferno. Never-ending.

His wolf and her flame called to the other.

She bit and tugged at his bottom lip. He pushed farther into her core with a growl and that sound. Deep and beastly. Why had she not said anything sooner? Fucking flames, why had it taken her so fucking long?

He broke their kiss, Evelyn far too breathless to object. He trailed his tongue from her jawline down her throat. Goddess, the things she imagined him doing with that exquisite tongue.

Kade continued to pull up her tunic until her legs were completely exposed. Her skin tingled, alive and sensitive enough that the fabric brushed over her flesh like electricity.

Pulling away, Kade studied her face. Male intent glinted in his stare. Evelyn sucked in a breath as he slowly lowered to his knees, never breaking eye contact.

“Moons . . .” he whispered. “You want me.”

“You sound so confident.”

“I can smell you.”

“Oh.”

Kade laughed, his warm breath tickling the inside of her thighs. “I plan to taste you, Evelyn. Every inch.” He looked up at her with heat. His voice, gravelly and full of longing, had her core pooling with need.

He pushed her tunic up farther, and she relieved him of the task by gathering its fabric and fisting it to her chest, her breast peeking out, nipple hard with arousal. Kade laid a kiss on one thigh, and a single kiss turned Evelyn molten. She feared she couldn’t handle much else.

His teeth grazed her undergarments, and he rumbled with another growl, dominating and hungry.

“Black lace, Evelyn?” he breathed. “You will be the death of me.”

Evelyn released a small laugh, and then gasped as he looped his thumbs under her underwear, his touch hovering over her shivering skin. Goddess, she wanted his hands on her hips for eternity. Kade pulled them down slowly, a dangerous taunt, piercing her with his heated gaze. She stepped out of them, one leg at a time, certain she shook.

He discarded them to the side and returned his attention to her sex. Again, he painted her thighs with kisses, reaching higher and higher. The higher he went, the more his kisses turned to nips. Gentle and painful, the sensations made Evelyn warm, buzzing for more.

Kade gripped the back of her knee and swung her leg over his shoulders, opening her legs and allowing him better access to her core. His first lick through her folds was slow and methodical, like he intended to take his time as he tasted every inch of her.

She gasped and leaned her head back against the wall. He did it again, and Evelyn writhed, but Kade gripped her hips to keep her steady. He licked and relished it until he found that spot, her knot of nerves, bundled and swollen. Ready. He kissed, sucked, and twirled his tongue in a rhythm of glorious torture.

Panting, whimpering, Evelyn held her tunic for dear life with one hand and threaded her fingers through his hair with the other. Her desperate hold only encouraged him, unleashing a frenzy of sucking on that single spot.

Flushed and hot, Evelyn felt something building, wave after wave of sensual tension, and then Kade slipped a finger into her wet core. The combination of his tongue on her clit and his finger inside was too much. She screamed. In pleasure. In anguish. In the promise of release.

His twirling tongue gathered rhythm, the waves building higher and quicker. Adding a second finger, he pumped slowly. Then sped up. His tongue and fingers in tandem and cadence together, a final wall of tension built and crashed. Crumbled. Bursting with sensation and light, Evelyn unraveled in a never-ending ride of bliss.

Kade removed his fingers slowly, looking up at Evelyn with wicked male satisfaction. He gave one last kiss to her clit, swollen and spent, peeled her leg from his shoulder gently, and then stood, kissing up her neck as she came down from the climax with ragged breaths. Evelyn released her bunched-up tunic, her knees weak and senses off-kilter.

Suddenly, Evelyn was airborne as Kade lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist. He planted her on the counter, still smiling a devilish grin.

“Feeling all right, Princess?”

She kissed him once, smoothing back the hair she’d grabbed and displaced earlier, tucking the waves behind his ears. “More than all right.”

Warmth blossomed on her cheeks, but Kade’s touch, pushing her own hair behind her ears, made her feel a way she’d never felt before. Warm. Seen. Adored.

“Tell me more about what you said earlier,” Kade said. “What do witches call their mates?”