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Her head rolled back against his hand, crushing into the dark blue velvet drape, the only thing shielding her from the rough of the stone wall behind her. Her lips parted, gasping breaths and screams intermingling.
Her voiced reached a new pitch, morphing into insistent nonsense.
He had her now.
He drew out of her, the frenzy of his cock sliding in and out of her barreling him toward his own edge. But he forced himself to stop, his hand clutching the back of her neck moving up and forcing her face to his.
Her eyes opened to him—the beautiful raging storm of the blue scorching him.
“Mine.” His words growled. “Mine right now.”
She could only nod, echoed screams within her words. “Yours. Please. Now.”
He rammed into her, sending her body into a wicked convulsion, her scream vibrating in his ear as he charged into his own explosion.
Pull out.
Fighting it, he yanked his shaft free of her at the last possible moment—probably too late—his seed furiously surging before he was fully free of her body.
Bloody hell.
But so wrong, what he was missing in that moment—coming in her full force, feeling every last roll of her orgasm clenching around his cock.
Control left him far too easily with her.
Control he couldn’t afford to lose.
Control he wasn’t sure he wanted to win the battle against any longer.
{ Chapter 19 }
Dangerous territory.
Too dangerous.
Her body sated, but her mind on fire,Juliet extracted her limbs from around Evan’s body and slid down the front of him, her toes landing on the cool stone.“Your grandfather will be waiting for us.”
“Aye.” Evan leaned forward, sinking his lips along her neck one last time before stepping back, and he ran his hand through his hair. “He has been most insistent on your company during breakfast.”
She smiled as she slipped her night rail over her head. “I know I was supposed to be the one charming him, but I do believe he has flipped that upon me and has charmed the slippers right off my toes.”
Evan chuckled as he leaned to his right and rummaged through the pile of clothes for his lawn shirt. “He always was one for a beautiful face and an even smarter mind.”
Juliet glanced at him as she slipped her arms into her wrapper. She couldn’t stop looking at him when they were together, and that was the exact problem. She was too concerned with his every motion, with his every thought. And she was dangerously close to admitting to herself the very thought that would inevitably destroy her.
She wanted Evan.
Wanted him like she’d never wanted another person—not even the viscount, and she’d given up everything for that damn man.
Dangerous.
For she was a fool if she thought the possibility of a future with Evan was anywhere near reality. She’d been through this once before. Relying on one man for everything, when the entire time she should have been relying on herself.
She couldn’t do that again. Couldn’t leave the Den of Diablo and all the security of her life to live in Scotland as Evan’s mistress. Not even for as much as she wanted him—hell—had even begun to love him.
The whole of it a cruel twist of fate from where her life had been when they’d left the Willows.
Grabbing the left side of the sash on her wrapper, she stepped over to Evan as he pulled his trousers into place. Turning her back toward him, she looked down over her shoulder. “Can you please nudge the right side of the sash into my hand? I still cannot wedge my right arm backward enough without it screaming in pain. It is the only motion that hasn’t come back to me.”
