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spine. “You wouldn’t do it.”
    His fingers tightened. “No?”
    “No.”
    She wheezed past his hold on her throat. Choking didn’t matter; she didn’t need to breathe except to speak. His dark gaze bored into hers—perhaps wondering if she was as certain as she sounded. Taylor was certain. He’d protected her, after all. He’d tried to heal her. She had faith that he wouldn’t kill her now.
    Stupid, maybe. But she couldn’t protect herself, so that faith was all she had left.
    The seconds drew out. She couldn’t stand this. “Do it, Michael. Or don’t. Just stop fucking around.”
    His grip eased, but her relief was short-lived. With a sharp smile, he bent his head again. “Perhaps I can convince you to give me the body . . . one bite at a time.”
    Still holding her wrists, he pulled her up, off her feet. She tried to wrench away. The weight of his body held her in place. His fangs pinched the side of her neck and she froze, fear wracking her frame with involuntary tremors.
    God. Would he really torture her? She couldn’t see his eyes, his face—but Michel knew she’d feared he would eat her. Maybe he bluffed, trying to terrify her?
    Maybe he wasn’t bluffing. Michael wouldn’t kill her, but maybe he would hurt her. After all, he could just heal her.
    But Taylor knew that a part of her would never heal from that—and she couldn’t summon even an ounce of faith in him now.
    One bite at a time.
Damn him. She would survive this. Let him do his worst.
    “Go on, then. But even if you chew down to my bones, I won’t give the body to you.”
    His mouth was a brand against her skin. The pinch of his fangs became a piercing pain, and beyond their points were his sharpened teeth. She braced herself for that bite, the shredding agony. God, would he really do this? Would he really tear a piece of her away? Her eyes burned. The crimson sky blurred.
    Damn him for that, too.
    “I might cry,” she said hoarsely. “I might scream. But I
won’t
give it to you.”
    The moment stretched out, endless. Was this more torture, drawing out her horror and fear? He could draw it out all he wanted. She wasn’t going to give him a goddamn thing—
    “I know you will not,” he said against her neck. “And I cannot, either.”
    He hadn’t been extending the torture, then. He’d been trying to work himself up to biting her, and he couldn’t follow through. Thank God. He couldn’t kill her, couldn’t hurt her. There was nothing he could do to her.
    So why wasn’t he letting her go?
    The touch of his healing Gift soothed the pain at her neck. A burning lick up the length of her throat followed. Taylor shuddered, recoiled.
    His left hand gripped her hip, held her still. “So we will sate your hunger, instead.”
    Her hunger? But she wasn’t—
Oh, God.
    Arousal burst inside her like a summer storm. Wet. Hot. Electric. Her body arched, straining against his. Her bare nipples brushed his chest. The delicious rasp of his reptilian scales wrung a moan from her throat, but this wasn’t sexy because he still looked like a giant demonic monster, and he wasn’t hard or tempted, and this wasn’t her, this was Michael—
    “Get out of my head!”
Her shout cleared the fog of need. Taylor swung her knee, slammed into dick but didn’t produce a flinch. “You bastard! You can’t kill me or hurt me, so you play with my brain? Threaten me with dragon sex? Are you trying to frighten me or just piss me off?”
    Darkness swamped her mind. He was taking over again. Screaming, Taylor fought his possession, but she couldn’t stop herself from lifting her lips to his, from sliding her tongue between his razored teeth to taste the burning heat of his mouth. A desperate sob built in her chest. Tears spilled as she deepened the kiss. Oh, God. It didn’t even matter what he did with her when he took over her mind. That he did it against her will was horror enough.
    His hand cradled her jaw. Still holding her mind tight, he lifted