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can smell it. You can
have me, right now. All for me. Give into me. Let go.
Forget what’s wrong and what’s right. The night will hold your secrets, and
tomorrow, tomorrow we can regret.”
    He
pulled her chin to force her to look at him. Tears glittered in her eyes, but
her pupils were dilated, her mouth parted on gasping breaths. Desire was a
blush over her skin, making her hot to the touch. She wanted this, wanted him.
    “Tell
me,” he said, wanting to hear her say it. Wanting there to be
no doubt.
    “I
want you,” she gasped, and he took possession of her mouth.

Chapter Five
     
    Before
she had fallen asleep she’d been terrified of this man, lost under a sea of
what was right and what was wrong. But here, under the masterful seduction of
his mouth, she could be honest with herself. What she’d really run from when
she’d seen him shift—the very fact that she didn’t know if she was more afraid
of him and the changes he’d gone through, or the fact that she still wanted
him, despite those changes.
    Even
as he’d run her down, her heart pounding and her mind whirling, deep inside, so
deep she didn’t want to acknowledge, she had reveled in his actions, in the
chase, and being captured. That he’d had the care to roll at the end, and take
her fall. The knowledge that, even as the beast, he hadn’t
wanted to hurt her. He’d called her mine, so possessive, and so full of
need she’d ached for him.
    He
awoke within her the woman she’d been. The woman who took her
choices with open hands and didn’t let them go. I want to be her again , she thought, and sucked his tongue into her
mouth. His hands were everywhere—molding her breasts, gripping her waist, or
caressing her back. He stood up, with her in his arms as if she weighed nothing,
and carried her to his bed. She’d seen the large bed, bigger than what she knew
a king sized one to be, in the back of his room, covered in deep blue covers
and pillows. Now, to feel the silk beneath her was decadent.
    He
kiss/sucked his way down the side of her throat, stopping at the pulse of her
neck for a moment to nip there. She arched into his bite. His tongue burned a
hot trail down her clavicle and to the top of her tank top.
    “Too
many clothes,” he said against her flesh, his voice husky. He moved his hands
to the top and ran his nails down her body, sitting up so he could reach the
tops of her thighs. Her clothing split like butter. Her pulse stopped and ran
away from her. He didn’t give her a chance to fear him because he was ripping
his own clothes away, and she was in awe. He had complete control in a way
she’d never dealt with before. Hadn’t realized how much a man of such strength
would tantalize and excite her. The animal she’d seen in him was pushing toward
the surface as he stripped them both, but now she could not fear him. Instead
she ached for him.
    He
was muscle upon muscle, but his skin was a map of pain and torture. There was a
wide swath of molted skin, like a burn, over his right hip that looked like it
had been painful to endure. Puckered scars over his chest and abdomen. Even
more scars up high on his right arm. He’d seen battle, and had survived. Forged
in the fire, he was tougher than steel. And this man wanted her. Somehow she
knew figured the animal was the reason for the scars and she suddenly felt
ashamed for running away from him. How many others had done the same?
    She
sighed, lifting her arms to him. An odd sound, like a whimper, filled the air,
and she felt tears come to her eyes. How many had turned him away? Afraid of
the beast, and yet needing his strength? How close had she come to being one of
those people? His skin slid warmly against her own, the hard pebbles of her
nipples loving the sensation. He groaned, and gripped her shoulders as he
kissed her within an inch of her life.
    When
she struggled to catch her breath, he left her mouth and bent down to suck one
of her turgid nipples into his mouth. She gripped his