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her face as his fingers left her spine to unfasten the first few buttons at her neckline. She stayed him, her eyes searching his.
    For a brief instant, Alexa saw behind the mirrors to the man. Saw a glimpse of the easy self-assurance that was such a part of him. One that silently whispered to a woman, I can give you pleasure beyond your wildest imagination.
    Her heart twisted with a wistful sort of longing. She had never known a man’s passion.
    But she knew all too well what fornication was.
    It was sounds and smells. It was Venice. It was the steady ticking of her clock as she breathlessly waited. The hiss of a lamp extinguished, blanketing her bedroom in complete darkness. It was her body being summarily flipped so that she lay on her belly. A fist at her nape to keep her still. A cruel masculine weight at her spine. The ripping of fabric. Harsh brandy-soaked breath. Her freshly laundered pillowcase muffling her screams.
    Sevin’s mouth came again, brushing hers this time. His breath was clean and didn’t taste of brandy. His lips were warm, and moved on hers with a studied leisure that quickened her pulse. It was an arousing kiss, one that thrilled and made her yearn to beg him for more. To beg him to place those lips of his elsewhere upon her person, in places no woman of breeding should ever request that a man kiss.
    His hand on her bodice turned, its knuckles moving slowly down her buttons and upward again. The movement teased the fabric at her breasts, quickening her breath. She twisted the uppermost button and tugged her bodice open slightly, giving him permission. He took it.
    Cool air found her skin as his fingers pressed her bodice open. Her head lolled back and she shivered at the heat of his hand as it traced over the upper swell of her breast. A moan escaped her as he rubbed a thumb over its peak. That beautiful mouth of his found the hollow of her throat, her collarbone, her shoulder ...
    With a soft sigh, she let her eyes flutter closed. She turned her face toward the window to give him better access. Outside, the rain had thickened, pounding them in sheets. Her breath and heartbeat seemed far too loud in her ears.
    Then, suddenly everything stopped.

    Sevin gazed down at the woman in his arms, feeling as if all the blood had drained out of him. A chill drove down his spine even as a punch of lust struck him square in the gut.
    The turn of Alexa’s head had revealed a small design inked low on the side of her neck, at the bend where throat met shoulder. A tattoo. It was a perfect flower, yet not just any flower.
    It was an iris .
    Seeing the direction of his gaze, she self-consciously covered it with her hand and shrugged her collar higher again. “An indiscretion. One of many I regret during my recent trip to Venice,” she murmured in explanation.
    Simultaneously, the carriage reined in. They’d arrived at her fine, stately row house. Their allotted fifteen minutes had flown past. He’d been so intent on his own pleasure that he’d learned nothing of her guilt or innocence during his exploration of her.
    What the hells am I doing?
    What he’d wanted to do since the moment he’d first seen her in the Roman Forum with Eva that day he’d visited Bastian’s headquarters. He was touching her. Kissing her. Glorying in the taste of her, in the soft give of her flesh against the hardness of his own.
    He knew better than to tempt himself like this on a Calling night, especially with a human. When he’d been younger, with his family gone and no one to guide him, he hadn’t known what the repercussions of bedding human females might be. But at twenty-seven years, he had no such excuse.
    Family was not something he took for granted. Having lost his parents when he was fifteen, whereupon all three of his brothers disappeared for years—Dane and Luc abducted by the Patrizzi family, and Bastian fallen prey to an addiction—he would do almost anything to keep them all together now. This female, innocent or