The Bond That Heals Us by Christine D'Abo Page A

began to sway to the rhythmic sounds. She was more relaxed than she’d been since he met her and Davin found the change in her intoxicating. She was wild and free, an attitude he’d chased for himself his entire life.
    He spun her around and pressed her body against his.
    Keeping her eyes closed, Sara swayed against him, her hands reaching up to trace a pattern over his chest and down to his hips. They were bumped and she fell forward, pressing her breasts hard against him. He could feel her erect nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. His cock somehow grew harder and Davin couldn’t hold back anymore. He grabbed Sara by the hips and ground against her.
    Her eyes flew open as she gasped. He ground again, this time in beat with the music, so anyone watching would think they were simply dancing. But not Sara. He could tell by her eyes that she knew exactly what he was doing.
    Marking her for his own.
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    Her hands found the edge of his black shirt and slipped beneath. She raked her nails along his stomach just above the waistband of his pants. Teasing, she ran her thumbs over his stomach muscles, each tingle going straight to his cock.
    “You’re killing me,” he groaned.
    Sara looked around, and seeing something, began to pull at him. “Come with me.”
    It took them a while to push their way through the crowd. Anonymous hands would reach out and touch him, caressing his back and ass as he passed people. Sara wasn’t immune to their touch either as both men and women reached out for her. With every touch, she squeezed his hand tighter, scare to get lost in the crowd. Finally, they emerged from the crowd close to the bar. Sara waved to a man and led Davin through a side door and into a short hallway. The loud music still reached them though it was now muted by the door. Davin pushed her against the wall and licked a trail from her shoulder to her neck. She tasted like sweat and desire.
    “Where are we?” he muttered against her, sucking her earlobe into his mouth.
    “Service corridor. I had a patient here last month.”
    “Someone could walk in and see us.”
    He didn’t let her answer, ravaging her mouth with a possessive kiss. Sara’s hands were on his face and in his hair, pulling him as close as he could get. Unlike the kiss they’d shared before, this one was frantic, needy and more erotic than any other he’d ever had.
    Her tongue explored his mouth, dueling with his, wisps of caresses sending chills through her body. He could taste the mixture of drinks and food they’d sampled and something that was uniquely Sara. His blood simmered close to a boil—making him needy.
    Davin breathed in deep and shifted his attention from her mouth back to her neck.
    The overwhelming desire to bite her, mark her as his hit him hard. Somehow he ignored it and licked the skin instead. Sara moaned and ran her leg up the length of his thigh. He grabbed her under her knee and held her body open to him, her dress parting at the slit to give him access. Leaning in, he pressed his erection against her hot pussy.
    “I want to fuck you right now.” He nipped at her shoulder.
    “Oh shit,” she whispered, her body trembling.
    “You want me to fuck here right here, wild one? Take you right now?”
    He pressed even harder against her, this time reaching down with his hand and cupping her breast. Her nipple was hard and he took great pleasure in rolling it between his thumb and finger.
    “Might…not be compatible.” Sara sighed before biting down on her lip.
    Enjoying the invitation, he slid his gloved hand from her knee, along the inside of her thigh to her pussy. Quickly pushing past her panties, he found her wet opening and pushed a finger inside. Sara gasped and her gaze locked on his.
    “Feels compatible to me.”
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    “Davin!”
    He continued to push in, feeling her cream ease the motion of his gloved finger.
    When he pulled back to circle her swollen clit, her entire body tensed.
    “You like that, do