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My whole body blazed with sensual heat, blossoming from his tongue brushing roughly against mine, flowing into my mouth and down my throat. His touch was a flame licking my skin, his fingers digging into my ass, his dick growing thick against my belly as the kiss grew deeper, stronger.

The world around me turned hazy, and I was falling into a hole of nothingness except for the feel of Rook against me.

Ever since I’d met the enigmatic stranger, he’d haunted both my waking and sleeping dreams.

I’d obsessively wondered who he was, what kind of things he thought about, what were his hidden desires.

I’d wanted to know what it felt like to be kissed by him, wrapped up in and around him, lust sinking into me like an evil spirit, possessing me.

The reality of it slammed into me, overwhelming my senses until I was full of him. His smell, his touch, his heat, his burning sensuality. I wanted to be owned by this man, to sell my soul to his darkness.

Growling, he drug me upwards, wrapping my other leg around his waist, my arms tight around his neck, our kiss breathless and full of want and need.

We were pressed together so tight, there was no ending of him or beginning of me.

Pushing me up against a wall, his hands traced a path of longing along my skin. My body reacted, back arching into him, nipples tightening. His lips moved from my mouth to my jaw and neck. His fingers sliding up under my shirt, to my side, feeling, touching, stroking, holding. A low moan loosened from his throat, rumbling through his chest. Thumbs flicked across my nipples, his lips suckling on my neck and down my collar.

“I want you,” he rasped and I could only gasp as he shoved his thigh between my legs. I was wet and needy and burning everywhere.

“Please.” All other words fled my mind, “Please, Rook. I want…”

“Yes,” he hissed, his palms sliding up under my panties, tightening and squeezing my ass. “I want, too. Crave every inch of you. Want to worship at the altar of your sweet cunt, Summer. You have no idea how badly I want. You're an irresistible temptation. The hunter inside me wants to capture and cage you. Eat you night and day. Tame and control you. Hurt you until you’re begging me to let you come.”

“You’ve already caught me,” I groaned, breathless, grinding against his muscled thigh. “But will you keep me?”

He pulled back, his gaze dark, his chest moving quickly in and out. His eyes were that of a wild predator, ready to hone in on his kill. The animal in him barely holding back.

I liked it.

No, I loved it.

Loved the sense that I made Rook feel things he’d never felt before. That maybe, possibly, he was becoming as obsessed with me as I was with him. It was an addictive feeling, like a drug I never wanted to quit. And I wanted him to be just as hooked.

We stayed like that for a long moment, the intensity building and swelling—electric and buzzing. Lust, connection, desire—and yet…something more.

Then Rook’s jaw tightened and he finally looked away. It broke the connection between us, and my heart shattered, fear quickly filling me.

“Come on,” he said, placing me on my feet. I winced at the stickiness under my toes—I’d lost my flip flops somewhere. Scowling, he picked me up and carried me through the club. “We need to go.”

The seriousness in his tone made anxiety tighten my chest, and I was silent as we left the club. My anxiousness heightened as I noticed that we were driving the path that would take us to my house. Was he done with me so quickly? One kiss and we were over?

“What’s wrong?” He said as we drew up to the gate, punching in the code. I shook my head, frustrated that he was dropping me off, and annoyed that he somehow knew the new code.

“Nothing,” I bit out, staring out the window, trying not to show the disappointment swelling inside. His hand went to my thigh, his thumb brushing across it softly, but I ignored it.

I wasn’t going to open up to him anymore.

I’d already done enough of that, and was now realizing what a silly, little girl I was.

And then my mouth dropped open, my mood quickly shifting from hurt to absolute astonishment as we pulled up the circular drive. “What’s this?”

“A gift.”

I jumped out and began walking towards the house, but he quickly rounded the car and grabbed my hand, holding me back. “It’s not safe, yet.”

He tucked me into him, my back to his chest, his arms around my stomach, his chin settling on my head.

I could only stare in complete shock.

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