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capture my lips once more. Before he makes contact, I drop down low and spin away, making sure to get far out of his proximity. I cross my arms over my chest and give him my best ‘ don’t fuck with me’ stare.
    “Sorry babe, your two minutes are up. You need to go smooth things over with Cherie and I need to work on getting my life back in order...without you in it.”
    I smile, proud of how strong my voice sounds despite the uneasiness churning within me. Who am I kidding? I’m amazed I haven’t fainted or thrown up yet. Brave and unaffected is hard to fake. I need him to leave now before I crumble and my whole facade goes down in flames.
    Not wanting him to see my shaky hands, I tuck them behind me. I didn’t think it was possible, but his smug smile just got wider. Standing to his full height, he laughs as he reaches out and grips the front of my shirt. Tugging hard, he hauls me up against him, swoops down, and gives me a quick, hard kiss.
    “Never happening, Tulip,” he whispers, his voice low and raspy. “You’re mine and I’m yours. I’m sorry I fucked up, and I ‘m not sure how yet, but I will find a way to fix it...to fix us. I need you as much as you need me. We complete each other. When I’m buried deep within you, I touch a part of you no one else has ever been able to reach. I make you feel things you never imagined possible. And you do the same for me.”
    His words stir imagines in my head that won’t be easy to erase. I know I should pull away from him, but my stupid legs have turned to mush. My breath catches as his lips graze over my neck. Feeling his tongue dart out, he licks a path from my ear down to my collarbone. My insides liquefy and my palms begin to sweat. He continues teasing my skin as he speaks, “You strip me bare, baby. You are my, Tulip. My frustrating, beautiful, strong girl, who drives me crazy, and makes my dick harder than steel.”
    I bit my lower lip. “You’re crazy,” I declare, fighting the strong urge to throw myself at him. His words and tongue on my skin, are driving me crazy.
    He sneaks a hand under my shirt, finding my aching breasts, and tweaking my nipple. I shiver in response, enjoying his touch, and wanting more. A voice inside my head screams at me to snap out of it, to stop him, but my body overrides anything it says. Instead, I find myself leaning into Daemon, and accepting anything he has to give.
    Feeling his impressive erections bumping against my belly, I reach down and grip it, caressing it though his pants. Daemon lets out a low hiss, grinding himself against my hand. Our movements are frantic and frenzied, desire taking over, as logic takes a back seat. Moving a hand to the back of my neck, he takes me mouth, his hot tongue tangling with mine, plunging in and out, possessively taking what he wants, and making my core catch fire with need.
    Abruptly, Daemon pulls away. I stumble, throwing a hand on the wall to steady myself. My mind sputters, trying to come to terms with what is happening. What is happening? I need his hands back on me. I want this so damn badly I can taste it. Taste him.
    Breathing hard, he tilts my chin up. His hooded eyes focus intently on me, pinning me in place. “My time is up. I need to go,” he murmurs, stoking a thumb over my cheek.
    “What? Why?” My heart thumps hard against my chest. He can’t leave me like this.
    He smiles. “I’ll call Cherie later and get everything worked out. See you soon, Tulip,” he says, giving me an amused smirk, before turning, and stalking out of the room.
    I stiffen, unable to move until I hear the front door click shut behind him. I let out a sad sigh. I stupidity want to run after him and demand for him to finish what he started. My heads drops instantly, ashamed at my behavior and weakness for him. I can’t keep doing this back and forth with him. One minute he has me madder than hell and the next I am on fire and ready to combust. I’m tired of feeling like an emotional