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Damn fucking right, he did.

And I was so close to doing just that. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes to focus on the sensation.

But I should have known that wasn’t going to fly.

In an instant, his fingers raked through my hair, pulling my head back up and my attention right back onto him and his sapphire blue eyes.

“And do you know why I do these things?” he demanded in a low growl

I shook my head, so drenched in desire that I could barely breathe, let alone talk.

Wrapping one arm around my back for support, he moved us back from the window and toward his bed. Without slipping away, he laid me down on top of the sheets.

“Because you’re mine,” he said, angling himself over me and punctuating the next thrust with another, “Mine.”

My whole body wrapped around him, fully accepting his words along with his passion.

“You’re my woman,” he swore with the same reverence as any sacred vow. “And I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt you. I’d tear the whole world to shreds to keep you from harm.”

“Oh God, Dorian,” I cried out. My back arched, my body pressing hard against him as I felt myself slipping past the point of no return.

And he was right there with me—his muscles tense and tight as he buried himself so deep inside me I thought I might burst.

Still growling against my ear with every last shivering thrust, “Mine…”

“Mine…”

“Mine.”

And this time, there was no denying it.

Chapter Twenty-Two

KIERA

There was nothing like a long, hot shower to clear my mind.

At least, that was usually the case. Not today, though.

Today, it didn’t matter how long I stood under the steaming spray or let the water hammer down over my shoulders; nothing was getting any clearer. I was still horribly confused.

How could I be in love with a cold-blooded killer?

It didn’t make any sense.

Even before my sister’s murder, I’d dedicated my life to stopping pain and suffering. I healed people. I stitched their wounds. I made them better. It was my calling in life.

So how in the world could I have fallen for someone who made their living taking lives?

And I had fallen for Dorian—totally and completely. There was no denying that.

All it had taken were a few seductive words and one searing kiss, and all of my resolve had melted away. I’d wrapped myself around him, never wanting to let go.

And I’d do it again.

There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind. Tonight, tomorrow night, the one after that, I’d spend all of them in his arms if given the chance…and then I’d hate myself once it was over.

Just like I did now.

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