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Then nothing between us.
His hand still around my neck. The other braced beside my head.
Again, I’m caged in.
His mouth is right there but his lips aren’t touching me. The space between us is unbearable.
“If I start this,” he says, voice low, rough, “I don’t stop. I’ll take all of you. Every fucking bit, Delaney. I’ll take that forbidden hole in your ass. I’ll fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until nothing is left of you that I haven’t touched. That I haven’t cursed. That I haven’t claimed as mine.”
God, the heat. His amber eyes, his full pink lips, his low and rich voice.
“Do you get it yet? Do you? I’m not just any man, Delaney. I’m the beast that will give you nightmares.”
Beast. Nightmares. His hot body, his hard cock, his claws and his teeth…
It’s too late to turn back.
And the truth?
I don’t want to.
“I know,” I say.
And this time I lean in first.
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I crush my lips to hers, pry them open, thrust my tongue into her hot mouth.
She kisses me back. She’s a good kisser, an active and willing kisser.
And this time…
Fuck…
This time, she knows. She knows what will happen. She knows I’ll take every bit of her, rip her apart, take what’s left of her soul and crush it beneath mine.
I break the kiss and inhale, sucking in air.
Then I toss her over my shoulder, walk down the hallway, away from that cursed door and that cursed lock.
She squeals, the sound trembling as if she’s unsure.
I don’t care. My blood is boiling. I take the stairs two at a time and carry her past the landing and down the hall to my room—the main bedroom, not the guest suite I had made up for her.
My space in my castle.
My haven.
My prison.
I let her down, but only so I can see her face. She wants this. I see it in the way she looks at me, lips parted, pupils blown so wide her silver eyes are almost black.
“Take a look,” I grit out. “See where you’ll become part of me.”
She swallows and looks around the room. At the dark pecan bed frame and dressers. At the silky black comforter and blood-red pillows.
