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Back then, he'd been equally excited and terrified at the prospect of her touch, so he'd done a mess of things.
Now, he knew exactly what he wanted—how he wanted it.
He parted his lips over hers, and she did the same.
Her hands were by her side, unmoving. But she was reacting to his kiss. She wasgiving into him.
Glee erupted in his chest. All his planning was paying off. He was already halfway there. And as he kissed her more deeply, tasting her and bringing her closer to his body—fitting her soft curves to his hard muscles—he knew his patience would pay off.
Weeks of cursed celibacy would come an end on that night and she would give him her sweetness—maybe sweeter than it had ever been.
He trailed his mouth down her jaw, sucking at her skin as he went lower, to her neck where there was still a slight discoloration from the last time he'd marked her, just as there was one on his skin from whereshehad marked him.
Her breathing intensified as he gave the skin a slow lick, tending to it almost like an apology for the way he'd previously behaved.
Yet it wasn't enough.
He felt such hunger for her that his restraint was sorely tested, second after second.
His hands went lower, too, tracing the contours of her ribcage without touching her breasts—not yet.
Leaning back for a second, he noted her entranced look and the way the slightest moan escaped her puffy, well-kissed lips.
A wolfish smile appeared on his face. That was all the confirmation he needed.
It had required a little more convincing than he was used to, but it hadn't been too hard.
Gaining more confidence that she wouldn't deny him anymore, he lifted the hem of her nightgown, sneaking a hand between her legs and tracing the contour of her panties, right over the top of her mound.
"No," she suddenly said, her hands making contact with his shoulders as she pushed him off her. "No," she shook her head, watching him warily, emotion battling in those clear eyes of hers.
"What do you mean no, pet?" he grit out, his tone harsh before he realized his mistake and he softened his words. "You're my woman, Zia," he amended, using her name as she seemed to prefer. "Mine," he forced a smile on his lips, though he felt least like smiling in that moment.
He was hard, and far too close to the edge.
One kiss was all it took for him to lose his mind and for her to wreak havoc on his goddamn body.
"I won't sleep with you," she said, her words holding a steely quality to them.
He blinked, flabbergasted. It took everything in him not to burst out and demand what she meant by that. Instead, he forced himself to be calm.
"What do you mean you won't sleep with me?"
She lifted her head, pushing her chin up as he'd seen her do before. It was something that both beguiled and confused him.
How could someone so meek come across so strong? So self-assured?
"Do you think I would ever let you have me again after what you did?" she asked in a quiet, unflinching voice.
He frowned.
"So I said a few nasty things," he shrugged. "You got me at a bad time, pet. But now I've reflected and I'm ready to make amends," he gave her his signature smile.
She narrowed her eyes at him, not saying anything for a moment.
A moment in which he let his greedy eyes roam over her.
Fuck but even in that simple white gown that reached her neck she looked delectable. Her hair was flowing wildly over her back, her skin illuminated by the moonlight.
