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that man was Marcos.
    The warmth between her legs erupted in an inferno of craving. She could feel the wetness spreading in her undergarments, but she didn’t care. She was reaching that peak and there would be no return.
    But then he broke away.
    Just before she’d reached the explosive rapture of climax, he’s pulled back, leaving her with a fire that was out of control.
    Still captive in his arms, he put his lips close to her ear. “Poor little Laurel. You need that release so badly, don’t you?” His tongue flicked against her skin, and the heat between her legs erupted once again.
    “This is nothing. I can do so much more for you.”
    Suddenly he released her, forcing her to grab his arm to keep from falling.
    The heat of shame rushed to her face, but she was still shaking from the unimaginable desire he’d just stirred within her.
    It could not be natural to feel so much pleasure from just a kiss.
    Though she’d only let Philippe use his fingers to state her desire, they’d kissed many times. His kisses had never come close to comparing to what she’d just experienced.
    “You are depraved!” Her voice shook with the agony of trying to tone down the feelings he’d stirred.
    His throaty laughter was disarming. She’d been expecting another angry response, not amusement.
    “Little angel witch, your earthy nature will be your peril. You’ll come to me sooner or later. It is in your nature. You want me to fill you with my flesh.”
    “Indeed mo nsieur , you are really far too forward.” Laurel could think of nothing else to say.
    “Can I be of some help, miss?”
    They both looked up at the same time. Sauntering down the alley was a woman, not much older than Laurel.
    The girl’s light blue taffeta dress rustled when she walked. Her hat matched her dress, adding to her colorful appearance.
    Tawny brown hair escaped the confines of her hat, but it didn’t deflect from her sophisticated appearance.
    Laurel had never seen such color and beauty.
    “Is this man troubling you?” The girl’s blue eyes flashed angrily at Marcos.
    “She is homeless. I was merely offering her my hospitality.” Marcos’s smile was dripping with charm.
    “I’ll just bet you were!” she came back, obviously disgusted with Marcos.
    She then placed a protective arm around Laurel and began leading her away. “I can help you. You don’t need a scoundrel of a man taking advantage.”
    Laurel let the girl lead her away.
    Wherever they were going, she was sure to be safer than she would be with Marcos St. Claire.
    He held a power over her baser nature that she might not be able to ignore, no matter how much vileness lived inside of him.
     
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    Marcos made no move to follow. It would be easy to find her again, even in a city the size of New Orleans.
    Though she was no longer in his sight, her scent lingered. He breathed deep, savoring the aroma of her lust mixed with the sweet perfume of jasmine.
    Hunger raged within him, and though she was now gone from his side, he still throbbed with need of her. He longed to plunge into her hot receptive body and fill her with his seed.
    Tasting her lips was something he’d been craving to do, but what pulled at him even more was that in that moment his lips touched hers, he knew she wanted it as badly as he did.
    His human heart knew her essence, and as he’d sent her visions of tangled bodies in the midst of passion, he’d felt her light touch him.
    He hungered for it again.
    Never had he felt such an overwhelming need for any woman.
    He had to possess her.
    If he didn’t, she would become his obsession.
     

Chapter Five
     
    “Where are we going?” Laurel thought to ask, but not until she’d been following the girl for some time.
    She gave Laurel a sideward glance and a half smile. “We are going to the District . That’s where I live and work.”
    Laurel wasn’t quite sure exactly what the District was. She’d often heard the sisters whisper under their breath about