Because she felt it, too. Not just her own desire. But his. On top of what she felt, she could feel his emotions, his hunger—as true as her own, as though physically linked, as though his turning her had in fact bound them.Bound? Right.She was not bound to this guy. She was not bound to anyone. And yet…His arms, taut bands of steel, trembled with restraint. She marveled that he—more animal than man—could restrain himself at all. The greatest shock of all was that she did not want him to.She drank in the sight of him: the shadows pooling in the sharp angles and hollows of his face, the play of his sculpted muscles, the dark wave of hair falling over his brow. Her gaze fell lower, eyeing his manhood springing from between his legs, daunting in its size. The hard length pulsed before her very eyes, summoning her touch.Her stomach clenched in response. The place between her thighs throbbed in memory of him, and her breathing grew labored. Eager for him to be inside her, to continue the incredible torment that his mouth had begun on her aching body, her eyes shot back up to his.“Oh, yes,”
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