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“But what?” she managed to murmur, despite how he interrupted himself with a growl radiating beneath her skin, through every cell of her blood.
His hands, now clutching her by the nape and waist, curled tighter. “But I want you too much.” His head dipped until his mouth shoved aside her T-shirt, nuzzling at her neck. “I want these goddamn barriers gone. I want…”
“Don’t stop.” She implored it like a desert wanderer led to a waterfall. Wound her arms around his neck. Spread fingers through the brutal needles of his hair. Yes. Yes. He was so much…so much. Water flowing over a burnished dagger. Dark, smooth skin over ruthless power. A man wielding the force of ancient gods. She needed more. So much more. “Please…don’t stop…”
Franz yanked her body harder against his. “I want to strip every thread of this shit off you. Make you lie back, legs spread, while you watch me strip too—knowing what my body is going to do to you next.”
Holy. Shit.
Had the man taken some course in verbal foreplay? How to Make a Woman Gush in 50 Words or Less?
And did she care?
Not one damn bit.
She only had one reaction—sheer, ecstatic gratitude—as she scraped both hands forward, bracing the formidable angles of his jaw. With that grip, she pulled him close for another kiss. She only touched the surface of his broad, full lips, but within a second the man took over, pushing at hers. No. He forced his way in, ramming her wide once more, drawing her tongue out to give exactly what his demanded.
Everything.
It was rapidly becoming a theme around here—proved by its resonance in her consciousness, fed by the surety of it in her soul.
Everything.
It was what he’d demand, in the form of her consent to his desire.
It was what she’d give anyway, because there wasn’t a “half power” switch in her psyche when it came to this man. Not from the moment he’d first taken her hand. Definitely not now.
It was the mode she wanted to experience this in. To experience him. To be taken and consumed and claimed by him…
It was the way she gave up as he gathered her close and tight, jerking her legs high around his waist before he stood. His muscles bunched like physical poetry, as if they were on thick grass instead of slick tiles, handling her weight with powerful ease.
“Hang on tight, kitten.”
God. The new gymnastics he taught her stomach with each new use of that naughty endearment…
In the next room, he tenderly lowered her to the bed. Not so softly, plunged his own body down next to her. Her heartbeat sprinted as soon as their gazes locked again. His eyes glittered, alive with a predatory heat she’d never seen before, as he gripped her waist and twined their legs. That animalistic energy moved across his whole face, shifting it into angles of primal intention…and open lust.
A gulp thudded down her throat.
His chivalric move might have been the last she’d see of his civility for a while.
She was terrified about the creature that would replace it.
And had never been wetter in her life.
