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turned down flannel sheets of my bed.
    The pressure of his fingers was painful against my skin, but it only increased the whirlwind of need spreading through me. Every time we touched each other, it was like a frantic race to find something else, to explore another sensation that might give us both some way to hold onto something that seemed to be flashing into nothingness.
    At some point, he drew off my pajama bottoms and panties and left his shorts on the floor. There was a moment when doubt tickled at the edges of my mind, but it was swept away so quickly by the sweet urgency in his kiss and the way his strong hands trembled as he pushed my hair back from my face.
    We were both mad with desire, desperate for the connection to be made complete. And when the moment came, and our bodies became one, we were left drowning in our passion for each other and our faces were wet with tears. I watched, fascinated, as ruby drops fell onto my chest. His tears. I felt something break inside me at the sight. He moved hesitantly within me and I saw him close his eyes.
    “ Make it real,” He murmured, “Not another dream. It has to be real this time.”
    I pumped my hips upwards sharply, feeling the length of him touch my core. And I fell apart all over again, splintering into a thousand scattered pieces. Everything I was and everything I thought I knew disappeared when Alex rolled his head back and growled in triumph.
    His moment came and he gripped me with hands that felt like iron around my hips. Looking up at him, I could not collect my thoughts. His pure powerful release was animalistic and elemental, taking every emotion from the depths of him and sending it out into the universe. And it left him depleted.
    When his eyes slid over me again, I saw some tiny warning in their glow. But I did not care. My own release had left me feeling languid, drugged. He could have jumped out of bed and done a jig at that point and I would not have batted an eye. Every muscle in my body was useless. So when he moved towards my neck with another kind of heated need lighting the emerald of his eyes, I did not move. I did not protest.
    He could take what he wanted. My blood, my body, my soul. It seemed that I belonged to him in so many remarkable ways. I felt that, acknowledged it. And felt no need to stop him. To his benefit, he did press his feverish fingers against my face, forcing me to look at him directly in order to get an answer.
    “ Yes or no, sweet Sarah.”
    I nodded slowly and opened myself completely to him. No matter what he wanted, it was his tonight. His mouth traced a path of scorching kisses from my ear, along my jaw and down to my neck, where he used his tongue and the heat of his warm wet mouth to ignite this newly discovered passion yet again.
    By the time I felt those two tiny pinpricks against my skin; he had slid inside of me again and was quickly pushing me back up into the heights of delicious sensation. This time, I completely lost consciousness when I went over my peak.
    I was aware of only a few things during that time. Alex pressing gentle kisses to the miniscule wounds in my neck. Alex cleaning both of us with a towel that he had retrieved from my dresser. Alex carefully covering me with the sheets and quilt. Pressing a heart-wrenching kiss against my damp forehead, donning his shorts again, closing the window. And as he left, stopping at my bedroom door and whispering with a world of emotion in his compelling tone.
    “ You didn’t have to make me love you. I already did.”

Chapter 4
     
    The next morning, before I even opened my eyes, I knew I had been altered. Recalling the poignant events of the night before, I curled myself into a fetal position under the warmth of my sheet and heavy quilt, wincing at the unusual aches and pain as I moved.
    What had I done? He’d come here and before he could voice his hate for me or act on it as he had the right to do, I’d thrown myself at him like some bar-fly whore.