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her heart sinking.  
    “Did I bite you? Scrape you with my teeth, I mean…” Because while she wasn’t a superstar at giving oral, she knew she hadn’t clamped down on him.  
    “No,” he said. “No, and even if you did… it wouldn’t hurt me.”
    “I’m too gentle? You want me to bite?”
    “I do like it rough,” he admitted without a trace of shame, the look in his eyes making her pussy tighten involuntarily. “But that’s not the reason I stopped you.”
    “Then why?”
    He shook his head, looked away. “It’s complicated.”
    Monroe felt like she’d been slapped. “But…” She tried to think how to phrase her question. She was willing to do whatever he wanted, but asking him for instructions on giving a blow job didn’t come easily.
    He tucked his cock inside his boxers, and Monroe’s heart finally reached the floor. So that was that.  
    He didn’t like her mouth. The realization left her raw, exposed, and not in a fun way.
    Turning abruptly away, he pushed a button next to the light switch, and part of the marbled wall slid up, revealing a television as thin as a sheet of paper. “There’s a remote control panel there,” he said, indicating the wall next to the whirlpool. “I can have someone come out and give you a massage if you like,” he said.
    “I don’t need a massage.” It came out frosty.
    Koenraad’s reaction to her tone—a soft but sad smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes—wasn’t what she’d expected given how abruptly he’d shut her down a few moments earlier. “It’s not you,” he said. “I… think I’ll need to explain some things to you. Later. Things about me, about sex with shifters. Because there’s more than you’ve seen.” He cupped her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. His eyebrows were raised in a silent question.
    “Ok.”
    “Good. And so we’re clear, you’re irresistible. When I looked down and saw you sucking my cock… you don’t know how difficult it was, and is, to control myself.” He inhaled, and his pupils dilated even as the look on his face darkened. “I want to let go with you. I do. But I can’t.”  
    He held her gaze until her breath stuttered out. “I… guess my female pride can accept that,” she said.  
    Still holding her chin, he kissed her. Now that wasn’t fair. He was too damn sexy, especially when he pulled her closer into his hard, muscular body. She slid her hands up, gliding over his sculpted abs, her left palm running over the ridge of his scar, her right palm skimming his hard chest until she could lace her fingers behind his neck. He was so tall that she had to stand on tiptoe, but then he hunched down and caught her face in both his large hands, deepening the kiss and making her tremble all over.
    It wasn’t just the attraction that made her quiver, either. It was relief; no man kissed a woman like this unless he meant it. The kiss was a promise… with perhaps a hint of threat.
    He pulled away with a breathy growl, and his blue eyes pierced hers. She returned his stare, not caring how exposed and naked she felt under his gaze. She didn’t believe in soul mates, and in fact thought the whole concept was rather cheesy, but the way she felt when Koenraad looked at her… it was the only thing that came to mind.
    In fact, soul mates seemed too weak.
    Suddenly uncomfortable, she ran a hand lightly down the front of his boxers, more to distract herself than him.
    He was every bit as hard as he’d been earlier.
    “Guilty,” he said. “You’re irresistible.” He cleared his throat, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “At the risk of getting smacked, might I humbly request that you wear your teeny floral bikini under your clothes?”
    “I was planning to go completely au naturel,” she said. “Even out my tan lines. But since you want me clothed…”
    The stunned look on his face was clearly exaggerated, but she burst out laughing. She tipped up on her toes to kiss him goodbye. She really