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She’d never touched me like this. Never with anger still burning beneath every touch. Never like she needed something from me she couldn’t bring herself to ask for.

I laid her back against the bed and braced my arm above her head. Her hand came up instantly, capturing mine. Eyes burning. I turned my palm into hers. Our fingers locked. Then her hand reached above her head, searching for me. I caught that one too. Both hands rested in mine now. Not held. Holding.

She gave a moan as I lowered my head. It was my turn to drag my lips down her neck. Her pulse jumped against my tongue. I opened my mouth, dragging my teeth along the throb. A low, tortured sound came from her.

It only made me hungrier.

“You have no fucking idea what you’re doing to me.”

She thrust her hips up, meeting mine. “Then how about you show me… and Alaric.”

I lifted my head. My gaze caught hers. “Yes?”

“Don’t be gentle.”

Sparks collided in her stare.

Desperate.

Aching.

I couldn’t hold myself anymore.

My mouth crashed into hers. My fingers closed around her wrist. Then my thumb found the scar. Everything in me slowed. One stroke along the ruined line.

I see you.

Her eyes found mine.

All of you.

Then whatever restraint I had left was gone. It was my turn to find the buttons on my shirt… the one on her body. Only I wasn’t as careful. Tugging. Snapping. The neckline gaped. I shoved it aside, lowering my mouth to her breast.

A moan tore from her.

Her nipple tightened between my teeth. Tongue dragged across the tip.

“Harder.”

I closed my eyes with the words. My breath trapped.

I could wait a second more, shoving the shirt upwards and grasping the edge of her panties. One hard tug and they dragged down her thighs. My thumb caressed her palm as I released the hold and slid down her body.

“You want to hate me?” I lifted my gaze as I tore the rest of the lace from her body. “You want to shut me out?”

I gripped her thigh. My fingers digging into the soft flesh that drove me fucking crazy. Then shoved her leg aside.

“Then hate me, Nyssa. Hate me all you want.”

I lowered my head between her thighs and kissed her. A tremble tore through her. As though she couldn’t stop it, her leg inched higher, drawing me closer. My fingers followed, tracing the line of her body. Then her warmth, two fingers tracing the edge of that tremble. Her body obeyed, swelling, slick and ready. I wanted to be here forever, to burn this moment deep inside me. She moaned, thrusting against my fingers. I kissed her ache, lifted my head, then slowly pushed in.

A guttural sound came from her.

Her fingers speared through my hair, driving me against her.

Tongue.

Fingers.