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was instantly on fire.              
                  Just like Deirdre, this infuriating woman was full of wonderful surprises.
                  Eadric cupped her tight ass and lifted her off her feet, turning around to drop her on the edge of the desk. He nudged her legs apart with his knees and stepped between them to kiss her the way he had been dreaming of.
                  It was everything he remembered, but it was also brand new. Heady, fervent, foreign, and familiar. He wanted to commit her mouth to memory, so he explored it with his tongue until he couldn’t ignore the supple skin calling for him.
                  Eadric's lips never left her skin as he kissed his way to the hollow of his neck and buried his face there, taking a deep breath to take in the sweet smell of her skin. Rosemary and daffodil. She was real.
                  The closeness of her pulse beckoned to him, reminded him about his hunger lurking in his chest, begging him to taste her. His fangs slid down involuntarily. He gently scraped them along her skin.
                  Eadric needed to taste her. Just as he went to bite down, Anabell slammed her hands into his chest as hard as she could, catching him off guard and sending him flying back into the chairs.
                  "No." Her voice was quieter than a whisper. Bringing her hand up to her throat, she carefully checked it for teeth marks.             
                  When she found none, Anabell finally looked up at Eadric. Instead of looking angry that she shoved him, he looked concerned.
                  "Are you alright?" Eadric tried to move closer to her.
                  "I need to go home." Pushing off the desk, she ducked around Eadric and unlocked the door.
                  Anabell almost had it opened when he stopped her, pushing it back closed.
                  "You can't leave. Not without me."
                  "Stop saying that!" Anabell grabbed his arm and attempted to pull him off the door. He didn't budge.
                  "I won't let you get hurt." Anabell scoffed.
                  "You don't even know me."
                  "I know enough." Taking a step toward her, he grabbed one of her hands and held it firmly and gently – just enough to keep her standing still.
                  "I know that you were born twenty-one years ago at 10:25 in the morning. I know that you are independent. You like to be alone, and that you've only had your heart broken once. Mostly," Eadric brought her hand up to his chest and placed it over his heart. "I know that my heart keeps perfect time with yours – an even cadence that keeps me grounded. That you hold the key to my soul. And, somewhere deep inside you, your soul recognizes mine because we're destined to be together."
                  "That's horse shit. I bet you use that line on every woman you kidnap," she mumbled through the tears building in her throat.
                  Returning her hand, Eadric began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing inch by gorgeous inch of skin until his shirt was completely open. Then he tossed it onto the desk.
                  The tattoo she got a glimpse at in the club was much larger and way more intricate than she imagined. Lines upon lines of Celtic knots intertwined beautiful tribal designs covered then entire left side of his chest, his shoulder, and halfway down his left arm.
                  The most interesting part sat low on his chest. A brand of three intersecting pointy ovals in a circle. She knew there was a name for it, but she couldn't remember while staring at his bare skin.
                  Before she knew what she was doing, she reached out and brushed her fingers across it. She could feel his strong heart beat just below