filling me again and
again.
“Do you know how much you mean to me?” he
breathes against my ear.
“No,” I gasp.
He smiles against my neck, and his fingers curl around
my jaw and throat, holding me fast for a moment.
“Yes, you do. I’m not going to let you go.”
I groan as he picks up speed.
“You are mine, Anastasia.”
“Yes, yours,” I pant.
“I take care of what’s mine,” he hisses and bites my
ear.
I cry out.
“That’s right, baby, I want to hear you.” He snakes
one hand around my waist while his other hand grasps my
hip, and he pushes into me harder, making me cry out
again. And the punishing rhythm starts. His breathing
grows harsher and harsher, ragged, matching mine. I feel
the familiar quickening deep inside. Jeez again!
I am just sensation. This is what he does to me—takes
my body and possesses it wholly so that I think of nothing
but him. His magic is powerful, intoxicating. I’m a butterfly
caught in his net, unable and unwilling to escape. I’m
his . . . totally his.
“Come on, baby,” he growls through gritted teeth and
on cue, like the sorcerer’s apprentice I am, I let go, and
we find our release together.
I am lying curled up in his arms on sticky sheets. His front
is pressed to my back, his nose in my hair.
“What I feel for you frightens me,” I whisper.
He stills. “Me too, baby,” he says quietly.
“What if you lea一ve me?” The thought is horrific.
“I’m not going anywhere. I don’t think I could ever
ha一ve my fill of you, Anastasia.”
I turn and gaze at him. His expression is serious,
sincere. I lean over and kiss him gently. He smiles and
reaches up to tuck my hair behind my ear.
“I’ve never felt the way I felt when you left, Anastasia.
I would move hea一ven and earth to a一void feeling like that
again.” He sounds so sad, dazed even.
I kiss him again. I want to lighten our mood somehow,
but Christian does it for me.
“Will you come with me to my father’s summer party
tomorrow? It’s an annual charity thing. I said I’d go.”
I smile, feeling suddenly shy.
“Of course I’ll come.
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