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  She wanted more.

  She wanted Raph inside her. So deep she couldn’t think or breathe.

  Ashe let her gaze move over him as he stripped bare. This glorious male who belonged to her. From foot to forehead, Raphael was golden flesh over waves of hard muscle, full lips and piercing eyes. A true work of art.

  Her gaze dropped.

  His thick cock was kissing his lean abdomen.

  The tip glistening.

  Her mouth watered.

  She sat up, moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Licking her lips, she reached for him, wrapping her hand around his cock and squeezing. The heavy length pulsed against her palm. It wanted her. Wanted in. Wanted wet heat.

  She inhaled sharply, the muscles in her pussy contracting. Every inch of her cried out to have him inside her. It would always be this way. She was his mate. She belonged to him as he belonged to her. He owned her flesh, every inch…to do with whatever he wished.

  Just like his long, thick, pulsating cock was all hers.

  To taste.

  To suck.

  She dropped her head then and took him in deep. Nearly to the back of her throat. The feeling was so intense, so primitive. Up and down she sucked him, getting him wet, pushing him to the edge. Forcing a raw groan from his throat. Feeling her heart swell when the sound met her ears.

  Gripping the base of him, she squeezed, then lapped at the pre-come that appeared on the tip. Oh yes… She groaned at the salty taste that was all Raph. Her favorite cocktail. Always got her good and drunk. Then drew him deep into her mouth once again.

  He cursed, then growled. “Goddess, Ashe…fuck…”

  She drew back and smiled. Mine. All mine. Taking her hand from his now pulsing erection, she reached around and gripped his ass, tight, her fingers digging into the hard muscle as her mouth claimed his length again.

  Up and down, drawing him in and out—until his cock swelled to near impossible thickness. Christ, she wanted to drink him down, the way he’d taken her cream in the bayou earlier, but Raph had other ideas.

  He pulled back from her gently, his cock glistening, the veins popping as it returned to his muscled abdomen. “On your back, ma cher,” he commanded darkly. “And spread those legs for me.”

  There was nothing Ashe loved more then when he talked to her like this in bed. Rough, yet loving. Commanding, yet always cherishing her. Breathless, she dropped back against the pillows and let her thighs fall open.

  Looming above her, her gloriously muscled god was staring down at her pussy. His eyes flashing the fire of his cat. Ashe knew what he—and the puma—were seeing. Pink, wet flesh that cried out to be taken.

  “You are the most beautiful female that has ever existed, ma cher. How did I get so lucky…”

  His eyes had lifted to meet hers now. They clung to hers, tender and true. And as he moved over her, her beloved warrior, she felt the singular beauty of reconnection.

  “I want to bury myself so deep in you I get lost,” he rasped. “Forever lost.”

  “Yes,” she cried softly to him as she felt the heat of his skin, his chest playing against her hard nipples. “Now, Raph, please.”

  His cock was so wonderfully, brutally hard that he had to fist it, help it find her entrance. Once there, he circled the wet flesh, bathing his swollen tip before plunging it deep inside her pussy.

  Both of them groaned at the amazing sensation, the perfect fit.

  Raph’s hands slipped around to cup her ass, lifting her hips, and with one terrifying snarl he pulled out, then sank back in again.

  Deep.

  Just as he’d promised. All the way to her womb.

  Ashe gulped air, saw stars, gripped the sheets, then wrapped her legs around his waist. Mine. Forever mine. Clinging to him, thrusting her pelvis upward, grinding against him as he worked his cock in and out of her drenched pussy. This was it…everything. Their perfect connection.

  Their lifelong mating.

  Raph’s mouth was on her right breast, and as he moved—in and out of her, back and forth—he laved her nipple with his tongue, then suckled the bud deep into his hot mouth.

  Ashe cried out, her hands thrusting into his hair. She pressed him down, wanting more, wanting…yes…that was it. She felt his canines. Scraping her nipple.

  Goddess, the sensation went straight to her pussy.

  She was going to explode!

  Her clit filled with blood, pulsed to the rhythm of his plundering strokes.

  “Ma cher, my love…” he uttered.

  He lifted his head, his eyes clinging to hers, hungry, desperate. Filled with the deepest of love. And as he thrust in and out of her pussy, holding her close, their bodies slapping with wet heat, he shook his head.

  “What?” she whispered breathlessly. “What’s wrong?”

  “I fucking love you so much, Ashe.” His voice was so pained, his eyes too. “I need you to know that. You are my life, my soul—the air I breathe. Do you understand?”

  Her eyes pricked with tears. “I love you too. I need you.”

  “You have me. Always. I swear on my life.”

  His thrusts grew manic then, as if he was trying to reach her heart. The heart that belonged to him.

  Always.

  He took her mouth with his and kissed her deeply, lovingly, and with one last shattering stroke, he broke.

  The hot wave of come, the thick fingers digging into her backside, and her favorite…

  The circling of his hips to get himself even deeper inside her, even closer to her.

  Crying out, arching her back, thrusting her hips, Ashe followed him over the cliff in a rush of shaky, trembling, luminescent pleasure. The perfect union of body and soul.

  Flying together.

  Forever.

  Bayou Bites

  Parish

  Coming Soon!

  Bayou Heat Books

  by Alexandra Ivy

  and Laura Wright

  Book 1-2

  Raphael/Parish

  Book 3-4

  Bayon/Jean-Baptiste

  Book 5-6

  Talon/Xavier

  Book 7-8

  Sebastian/Aristide

  Book 8.5

  Bayou Noel

  Book 9-10

  Lian/Roch

  Book 11-12

  Hakan/Severin

  Book 13-14

  Angel/Hiss

  Book 15-16

  Michel/Striker

  Book 17-18

  Rage/Killian

  Book 19-20

  Ice/Reaux

  Book 21-22

  Kayden/Simon

  Book 23

  Blade