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He quickly undresses and with a low, rumbling moan, Mitch begins to ease into me, his thick length stretching and filling me in a way that has me arching into his embrace with a needy whimper.

He moves in and out, slowly working his way inside my body. As he sheaths himself to the hilt, his hips cradled snugly against mine, a sense of rightness washes over me. His gaze locks onto mine and as we simply exist in this moment another piece of myself clicks into place.

A flicker of something more lurks in the depths of his eyes. For a fleeting instant, I see another pair of glowing, amber eyes peering back at me at the same time. His chest rumbles and vibrations filter right through me.

“What…”

Then Mitch begins to move, his hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm that has me gasping and forgetting everything except the pleasure building inside me.

I cling to him, my nails raking down the corded muscles of his back as I match his movements with a desperation that borders on feverish. Sensation builds within me, and as Mitch’s movements grow more urgent and I hurtle toward the edge of oblivion.

With a guttural cry, I shatter apart. Mitch follows me over the precipice mere heartbeats later, his body going rigid as he empties himself deep within me.

And as the world around us slowly bleeds back into focus, as the last tremors of our shared release slowly ebb away, I can’t help but feel a sense of rightness, of completeness that has never been in my life before.

Mitch gathers me into his embrace, our bodies shifting until we’re lying on our sides, facing one another while he stays lodged deep inside me. His arms encircle me, drawing me flush against the hard planes of his chest as we catch our breath, our skin slick with perspiration.

For several long moments, we simply exist in that cocoon of intimacy. There’s no need for words, no urgency to shatter the tranquility that settles over us. His fingers run through my hair, over my back, hips, legs. My muscles relax and sleep begins to pull me under until Mitch’s deep voice breaks the silence. “Sarah, there’s…something I need to tell you. Something important.”

A tendril of unease snakes its way through my haze of contentment. Every muscle in my body tightens.

He’s going to tell me something I don’t want to hear.

I should have known better.

Nothing this good ever lasts.

He really is too good to be true. A bolt of pure, unadulterated panic lances though me. This is where he tells me he has a wife. Or that he needs someone who loves him for a life-saving kidney operation. Whatever it is, it’s going to change the course of my life forever.

Again.

I have to resist the urge to recoil from his embrace, to put as much distance between us as possible in a desperate bid to protect what little remains of my fractured heart.

I won’t survive this.

“Sarah, I’m really a…” Before he can finish the words, his muscles coil tight as his gaze takes on a faraway, haunted quality.

Panic flares within me, sharp and insistent, and I reach out to him on instinct, my fingers brushing against the hard planes of his chest. “Mitch?” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mixture of concern and trepidation. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

For a heartbeat, he doesn’t respond, his expression one of intense concentration before his gaze snaps back into focus.

“I have to go,” he rasps, the words laced with a hint of regret and something darker.

Before I can formulate a response, before I can give voice to the thousands of questions that swirl through my mind, he’s extracting himself from our intimate embrace and rising from the bed in a fluid motion.

“Stay here,” he instructs, his tone brooking no argument as he moves about the room with purposeful strides, gathering his discarded clothing with efficient movements. “Don’t open the door for anyone, no matter what. I’ll be back as soon as I can, but you have to promise me you won’t go outside.”

“O…okay.” I’m too stunned by the abrupt shift in his demeanor to offer any sort of coherent response. In the span of mere heartbeats, the man who had been worshipping my body with such reverence, has transformed into a stranger–a force of nature whose very presence crackles with an undercurrent of barely restrained power.

Just like a wild wolf.

And as he turns to go, pausing only to press a searing kiss to my brow, I can’t help but feel a tendril of unease snake its way through me. Whatever has called him away, whatever unseen force has him teetering on the edge of some precipice that I don’t understand, I fear it will be far more profound than I could ever imagine.

And when he returns, when the truth is finally laid bare, will anything in my world will ever be the same again?

Chapter Fourteen

Mitch

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