His mind buzzed with raw need. It had taken every ounce of his control not to roll her down on the pavement and drive into her. Mark her. Brand her. Ensure that she knew that she was never to leave him, never to belong to another, that there would never be another. Mine. It was a primitive thought, from a primitive time and Michael didn’t care. He’d thought to go slow, to let her bathe away the dirt and the aches, to gentle her into the act, to take her carefully. She was so much smaller than he. So vulnerable. He snorted. Vulnerable. She wouldn’t thank him for that description. But no, she’d fought against him, her rebellion a challenge he couldn’t turn down. And now, tonight, she fit him perfectly, her body stretching to accommodate him and as deep as he thrust, it would never be deep enough. He wanted to imprint himself on her skin, burrow into her body, her mind and her soul until there was nothing else.
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