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Moving with astonishing swiftness for so large a man, Henry trapped her in the corner between the wardrobe and the wall, bracing his hands on either side of her, blocking her escape.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Sabrina prepared to scream. But instead of kissing her as she’d anticipated, Henry merely stared down at her. The heat of his nearness twisted her insides. What was he waiting for?

Slowly, deliberately, Henry removed his hands from the wall beside her and clasped them behind his back.

The scream died in her throat, lost along with the breath that rushed from her lungs as he leaned in to trace the delicate li

ne of her jaw with a feather brushing of his lips. “Kiss me, Sabrina,” he whispered, the ache in his voice tearing at her defenses.

Longing exploded across every inch of her flesh. In an involuntary reflex, she turned her face upward, shuddering with hunger as he took the offering.

Henry held true to his word, keeping his hands behind his back. He did not break his promise, even when she released the quilt to twine her arms about his neck and draw him close.

Photo by Glamour Shots, 2012

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