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what she had been waiting for. Trevor to lose his cool. To know that he burnt as much for her, as she had burnt for him. And this knowledge rendered her heady enough to forget all else.
    There was no holding back Elaine’s response. In that moment, years of wanting to be in Trevor’s arms, once again, surged in her as more than mere need.
    The rate of his breaths picked up, drowning hers. His splayed hand releasing her chin dropped to her hip, exerting pressure, then gradually tracing its path down reached the hem of her dress. When skin met skin, the finesse of that hand turning ungainly on its way back up her thigh wasn’t missed on her, just as the tinge of heat growing denser at her special place wouldn’t be ignored.
    Trevor nearly blew in his pants when he realised Elaine was wearing a thong. He couldn’t resist the roweling urge goading him to savour a gluttonous squeeze on those bountiful cheeks with an appreciative groan.
    Though right after it, tearing his mouth from hers, he proceeded to issue a warning. “If I ever again catch this sweet arse wearing a string for anyone else but me-”
    “Wha..what would you do?” Uncouth as they were, her heart soared at his words–trawling for the thoughts that lay beneath. She wanted to hear so much more.
    “I’ll throw hell after fucking hell in that feckless sucker’s miserable life until he cuts all routes that lead to what’s mine. Then, I’ll see you ..”
    “Yes?” Her breath hitching, she could feel his gaze narrow on her.
    “You, Elaine, I’ll fill with me so far deep in, again, and again, and again, till you see, know, hear and breathe only me.”
    Trevor freed her arms. But drained of fight, she let them slowly slip down, placing her hands on the door to keep herself from spilling on the floor like hot wax.
    The ‘string’ she had been wearing was without warning torn from her. Before the implication of it could hit her, she was lifted to the tips of her toes with legs spread farther apart.
    “Wha..” She gasped at a sharp intrusion.
    “And that’s a promise.” Trevor growled wading into Elaine with the right of a man over a woman awaiting him in his bed.
    The mix of piercing discomfort and biting desire was too much to take all at once when this was the first time in five years for Elaine.
    “Christ,” Lodged deep inside her, Trevor stilled. His hands planted at the door on either side next to hers. “You’re so..” Her tight passage clasped his manhood in a vice grip. “No one’s been in here but me. You were always mine, Elaine.”
    The caveman pride and arrogance of his avowal washed Elaine with mortification. She longed to deny; lie! But then he began pulling out of her, and with a whimper she nearly reached her hands back to hold him from it–cruelly brought to the truth of how great her own need for him was.
    However, her fear was for nothing. Trevor returned, returned with a glorious thrust, setting her aflame.
    When he undid her delicate coiffure, her hair cascaded in a luxuriant bounce at her back. His breath sieved through wisps of them to feather at her nape. Its warmth grazing her skin sent streaks of heat bellowing in her breasts. And with the heave of her each new scarlet breath, their negligible presence turned into precious weights.
    “Elaine..” The need in his voice was naked for her to feel.
    Her eyelids grew heavy with sensory bonanza. And when his mouth nipped at her ear, she tripped from a lazy fever to a frenzy of passion. Her nails raked against the door like a cat’s in sassy heat.
    He was soothing his bites with embered licks and her mouth parted imperceptibly to let loose the tendrils of searing want mounting out of proportion in her.
    Trevor could smell in her aroused abandon both his victory and his defeat, for he might have succeeded in having her succumb to her passions, but he too would be hewn to cinders in its volatile combustion.
    Did he care? Not one Goddamned bit!
    He gave a coaxing kiss at the