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control. He shut his eyes and took three long deep breaths, as if to regain his calm. The knowledge that she’d driven him to his breaking point shuddered down her body, followed quickly by anticipation of what he’d do when pushed beyond those limits.
    Shaky yet determined, she dropped her hands to find the collar of her remaining item of clothing. Capturing his bottom lip to distract him, Abigail laboured at the bow holding the chemise around her, pulling hastily at the edges of the gathered linen. Slipping first one, then the other shoulder through the gapping neckline, she allowed the garment to drop into a pool of white, submersing her ankles.
    “That’s much better,” he growled, and her chest tightened at his praise. With a wolfish grin, he dropped his mouth from hers to capture a now-naked nipple. His lips and tongue enveloped the shell-coloured circle. His teeth nipped the sensitive nerve endings and she screamed in surprised delight.
    She reached out for Wolf, searching for a support from the intense sensation of his lips on her breast. She laced her fingers through the flecked shades of his hair. Her knuckles ached with the strength of her grasp, but not enough to release him. He sucked more of her breast into his excited mouth. His teeth scraped against the flesh before applying the same torment to the other.
    She whimpered, louder than her previous moans, no longer attempting to stifle the sound. She instead focused on the need moving over her, starting where his lips teased her tender breasts and expanding to encompass her entire body.
    She grabbed the smudged linen of Wolf’s shirt, pulling it from his breeches. She ached to feel his warm flesh. She yearned to trace the strong muscles of his back, the defined lines of his chest, to twirl around the hard, peaked nipples beneath the fabric. She fought back the craving to sweep her tongue across his skin, to taste its saltiness and feel his reaction, beneath its warm, moist brush.
    Three strong jerks freed the shirt from the back of his pants, eliciting a howl from Wolf. Stepping back, he released her. A whine of disappointment rippled through her body—his warm naked flesh so close and yet so far from her touch.
    With a growl, Wolf clutched her face in his hands. His harsh glare and fierce tone confused and frightened her. Even as he scared her, her inner muscles clenched and her heart raced.
    “Do you want me?” He bumped his groin against her stomach. “Do you want all of me?”
    She nodded, the surrounding silence humming with tension.
    He tightened his grip on her face a fraction and a shiver skated down her body. She forced her muscles to semi-stillness, suppressing the burn rioting through her nerves, not wanting to betray the depth of her longing. “Yes,” she almost moaned when it was clear he wouldn’t release her until he’d heard the words.
    “I’ll give you what you need.” He slid his thigh between hers, rising up to grind against the juncture of her legs.
    She gasped at the sensation, unable to make any other sound. His movement stroked the sensitive bud between her legs, the engorged tissues throbbing with her accelerated pulse.
    “But you must do as I wish.” He snaked his hands into her hair, massaging her scalp with a forceful, erotic motion. Abigail clamped her teeth together to keep another moan from escaping her throat.
    “If you don’t…” He pulled her hair tight within his grasp, the tug on each strand sending quakes of pleasure between her legs and forcing her gaze up to meet his challenging stare. “You’ll be punished.”
    He ground his leg against her harder, his breath tickling the skin beneath her ear. Her body moved against his of its own accord. Regardless of the consequences, whether he continued to pleasure her, or punished her by removing his hands from her entirely, she wasn’t capable of silently complying with his every command.
    She combed her fingers through the smooth tresses at the base of his