“Don't you dare move. Just sit still while I breathe you in. Your intoxicating scent fills me with need. To possess. To own. To claim in every way. You belong to me and I have come to take what is mine.”

And his fingers entwined in her hair, gripping tightly, controlling her every move.

With a sigh, she let her head fall back, exposing the soft hollow of her neck to his dominance.

At his mercy, she breathed out on a sigh. “I am utterly yours. Destroy me.”

The fullness of his lips pressed to her collarbone, light at first, then with more insistence. The dark chocolate depths of his gaze lifted to meet hers, a promise in their depths. “You have no idea, do you?”

No, she didn't, and she didn't care.

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