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and pulled me in three long steps over to one of the two bronze doors that stood directly off the foyer.
    Dazed, I could neither resist nor assist him. He flung the door open, slapping on the light to reveal a row of coats within. He pushed me in ahead of him, then, keeping me at arm’s length.
    Dorian grabbed my hoodie and the shirt under it and ripped them from collar to seam in one motion. He flung them away, deeper in the closet, and took hold of my bra where the cups met the band. With another quick jerk, the fabric gave, and he threw it after.
    I stood, swayin g under the force of his regard, a welter of thoughts coming over me that I didn’t dare to examine too closely. I didn’t want to put a name to my sudden longing—because not only did I want him, but I wanted him to hurt me. He’d been so gentle before, just as he’d promised. I wanted to feel what it would be like when he wasn’t—I wanted to feel my linger in the candle flame again.
    And the thought scared me almost as much as he did.
    His eyes seemed to be holes into another universe, sucking at my soul. He traced a hooked finger along my jaw and down my neck.
    “It’s still on your skin,” he said softly. “In your hair, Cora.”
    “I know.” I breathed the words. My heart was loud in my ears, a terrified thrum, fast and jerky.
    Please, please, please….
    Then his mouth silenced mine, his body driving me back into the coats, hard against the wall. He rolled my pants down over my hips even as my own shaking hands scrabbled to loosen his belt. My head was heavy and light at once, my limbs tingling with demand.
    The hot ache was growing, a slickness between my legs that begged for him. I could smell my need in the confines of the closet, and I could smell him and the metallic tang of my blood.
    His hands were rough on my back, tangled in my matted hair, moving down across my breasts, across my belly to find my clitoris. His mouth descended in a line down my jaw and neck, hard against my body, his teeth against my skin, so close to making it part, the hot blood spilling out—
    My body was on fire. I shook as I neared my peak, but he didn’t give it to me. With a low sound, he turned me in his arms, pushing my face against the cold wall. His hand hooked around my hips drove me onward as his mouth found the bloodied skin of my back.
    He pulled my hips back, toward him, even as he pushed up and in, filling me with a sudden motion and surprising a noise from me as he came up against my deepest place. The shudders of his body as his tasted my blood shot through me with every hard stroke.
    And I shattered, the hot darkness roaring out from my center, connecting his mouth on me, his hands, his erection deep inside me, my hands clenching around fistfuls of fabric as I cried out. I felt him come seconds later, and then, almost as abruptly, he stepped away, leaving me gasping and leaning against the wall for support.
    I rolled against the wall to face him, shaking with the aftermath and with all the thoughts that still tumbled through my head. I could still feel the darkness seething around him. I knew what he had really wanted—to open my veins, to drink from me. To break me, so that I spilled out all at once.
    I knew what he wanted b ecause the complimentary urge had burned in my body—the urge to give until nothing was left. He had held back. But I wouldn’t have. Even if I were strong enough to fight him, I wouldn’t have wanted to. I would have given him everything he’d asked for, and I’d have begged him to take more. No matter what the cost.
    I clung to the coats as if they could offer some support.
    “ Not a good time,” he said abruptly. “Too close to bonding. Too much temptation. Too much to lose.”
    I didn’t understand what the time since bonding had to do with anything, but I nodded anyway, my body still trembling with reaction. If it had something to do with what I was feeling, I could only agree.
    “Wear this, ” he ordered,