the transport, she opened her eyes to find herself in Daric’s kitchen. “I thought you’d take me home.”
“You are home,” he answered in a low, dangerous voice.
“I meant my home.” Exasperated, she stepped away from him and planted her hands on her hips.
“You aren’t going back there until you can do so without feeling sad.” He shot her a seriously cranky look.
“And you’ll decide when that might be?” she retorted.
“I’ll know. I can read your emotions and your thoughts.”
It wasn’t as if Hannah hadn’t already known that Daric was in her head, but the significance of it hit her suddenly, wondering what exactly he really could see. “Can you see my past memories, intimate memories?” she asked, wondering if he could see her less than wonderful sexual experiences with Mark.
“You won’t think about him anymore,” Daric replied, moving forward to wrap his steely arms around her waist. “I don’t see those memories. I can’t. They are filtered beyond my reach to keep me from going crazy from seeing my mate with another male. I only see them if you visualize them in your current thoughts.”
Yeah. Like that was something she actually wanted to remember? “Not much likelihood of that happening,” she muttered, her arms curling around Daric’s neck, longing flooding her entire body as Daric dissolved her outerwear, leaving her clothed in only a t-shirt and jeans. “Crap, I’m back in a thong again,” she cursed loudly, annoyed by the thin strip between the cheeks of her ass. “Why do you do that if you can’t even look?”
“I torture myself with imagery,” he told her, his voice both self-deprecating and amused. “And I might look. It would be more than worth the price.” His big hands stroked over her back and down, finally cupping her ass possessively.
“No! You can look. I give you permission. Feel free.” Her modesty wasn’t worth the price of Daric feeling the pain of penalty. She could change into her own lingerie now that her own possessions were here, modest panties that wouldn’t tempt him.
“You tempt me merely by existing, Hannah. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing,” Daric said huskily, his hands kneading the flesh of her ass, pulling her hot core up and against his pulsating cock. “I’ll always want to be deep inside you, surrounded by you, claiming what belongs to me.”
Every nerve in Hannah’s body went up in flames, her entire being feeling like liquid fire. “Please,” she whispered in a needy voice, not even quite sure what she wanted, only certain that whatever it was, she needed it now and no one but Daric could quench the flames. Confused by the intensity of her emotions, Hannah wondered which emotions and wants were her own and which were caused by the mating compulsion, the small portion of those urges that emanated from Daric to her.
“I won’t be able to stop.” Daric warned ominously as he pulled back, searching her eyes, his face a mask of tortured desire. Placing a hand on each side of her head, he closed his eyes as he growled, “Share my mind. Know what desire is yours and what belongs to me.”
Hannah’s whole body rocked as his memories, his thoughts flooded her brain. Closing her eyes at the onslaught, she shook her head furiously, overwhelmed. “Oh, God!” Confused, she clenched Daric’s shirt, fisting the cotton, desperate to be grounded.
“Relax. Separate my thoughts from yours,” Daric commanded, pulling her thrashing head against his chest. “Sort them out in your mind. I’ll help you.”
His voice penetrated the thick fog in her brain, forcing her to grit her teeth and try to make sense of the massive overload of information that was taxing her senses. Her body relaxed as she sensed Daric in her head, filing away most of the information from his past, leaving only the present thoughts and emotions.
Grimacing, Hannah tried to mentally push his emotions on one side and hers on another, but the
“You are home,” he answered in a low, dangerous voice.
“I meant my home.” Exasperated, she stepped away from him and planted her hands on her hips.
“You aren’t going back there until you can do so without feeling sad.” He shot her a seriously cranky look.
“And you’ll decide when that might be?” she retorted.
“I’ll know. I can read your emotions and your thoughts.”
It wasn’t as if Hannah hadn’t already known that Daric was in her head, but the significance of it hit her suddenly, wondering what exactly he really could see. “Can you see my past memories, intimate memories?” she asked, wondering if he could see her less than wonderful sexual experiences with Mark.
“You won’t think about him anymore,” Daric replied, moving forward to wrap his steely arms around her waist. “I don’t see those memories. I can’t. They are filtered beyond my reach to keep me from going crazy from seeing my mate with another male. I only see them if you visualize them in your current thoughts.”
Yeah. Like that was something she actually wanted to remember? “Not much likelihood of that happening,” she muttered, her arms curling around Daric’s neck, longing flooding her entire body as Daric dissolved her outerwear, leaving her clothed in only a t-shirt and jeans. “Crap, I’m back in a thong again,” she cursed loudly, annoyed by the thin strip between the cheeks of her ass. “Why do you do that if you can’t even look?”
“I torture myself with imagery,” he told her, his voice both self-deprecating and amused. “And I might look. It would be more than worth the price.” His big hands stroked over her back and down, finally cupping her ass possessively.
“No! You can look. I give you permission. Feel free.” Her modesty wasn’t worth the price of Daric feeling the pain of penalty. She could change into her own lingerie now that her own possessions were here, modest panties that wouldn’t tempt him.
“You tempt me merely by existing, Hannah. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing,” Daric said huskily, his hands kneading the flesh of her ass, pulling her hot core up and against his pulsating cock. “I’ll always want to be deep inside you, surrounded by you, claiming what belongs to me.”
Every nerve in Hannah’s body went up in flames, her entire being feeling like liquid fire. “Please,” she whispered in a needy voice, not even quite sure what she wanted, only certain that whatever it was, she needed it now and no one but Daric could quench the flames. Confused by the intensity of her emotions, Hannah wondered which emotions and wants were her own and which were caused by the mating compulsion, the small portion of those urges that emanated from Daric to her.
“I won’t be able to stop.” Daric warned ominously as he pulled back, searching her eyes, his face a mask of tortured desire. Placing a hand on each side of her head, he closed his eyes as he growled, “Share my mind. Know what desire is yours and what belongs to me.”
Hannah’s whole body rocked as his memories, his thoughts flooded her brain. Closing her eyes at the onslaught, she shook her head furiously, overwhelmed. “Oh, God!” Confused, she clenched Daric’s shirt, fisting the cotton, desperate to be grounded.
“Relax. Separate my thoughts from yours,” Daric commanded, pulling her thrashing head against his chest. “Sort them out in your mind. I’ll help you.”
His voice penetrated the thick fog in her brain, forcing her to grit her teeth and try to make sense of the massive overload of information that was taxing her senses. Her body relaxed as she sensed Daric in her head, filing away most of the information from his past, leaving only the present thoughts and emotions.
Grimacing, Hannah tried to mentally push his emotions on one side and hers on another, but the
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