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Sabine

My lungs feel choked, my heart like it’s about to explode.

I’m pinned against the shower wall, my arms above my head, my wrists held in place by Astor’s large, calloused hands. He’s tall and hard against me, his body as strong as his presence. His smell, oh my God, his scent is an intoxicating mixture of woodsy amber and pheromones.

He has complete control over me, and I find it insanely sexy.

He lowers his face closer to mine, his eyes filled with both fire and madness. Like an animal tasting its dinner, he licks my mouth.

My brain short-circuits. My lips part.

As if he’d been waiting for the invitation, he spears my mouth with his tongue, sliding it against mine with delicious friction. My focus is split between the fervor of the kiss and the rock-hard bulge pressing against my pelvis.

I melt against him, heat pulsing between my legs. It’s as if he’s put me under a spell, and all I can think about is how it would feel to have him inside me.

He releases one hand from my wrists and uses it to yank the hem of my dress all the way to my waist. With one swift tug, the strings of my thong pop, and the fabric falls to the floor, tickling my bare legs as it falls. The feel of cool air against my naked skin makes goose bumps appear all over my body.

I am aching for this man.

Astor’s eyes lock on mine as his fingers slide between my folds. “You’re so fucking wet,” he says, barely a whisper.

The only response I’m capable of is a flutter of my eyelashes. I arch into the touch, my body silently begging for more.

His finger slides over my engorged clit, sending a shock wave jolting through my system.

He exhales as if he’s found the greatest gift on earth and buries his face in my shoulder.

I tilt my head to give him full access to my neck as he licks, kisses, and nibbles my ear. At the same time, he’s slowly drawing tiny circles around my clit, officially destroying my last working brain cell.

To my shock, I feel like I could come—already. But then, as quickly as everything began, his finger freezes at the tip of my opening. He exhales and groans, then lifts from my neck, his gorgeous chiseled face filling my blurred vision.

Except now he looks pained.

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Astor

It takes everything I have not to rip the dress off this woman and bury myself between her legs. I’m hardly able to control myself as it is, without being in such close proximity.

If seeing her across the room dominated me, her slap undid me. I’m trembling from the inside out, wanting to fuck her raw, in every humanly way possible, until we are both unable to move.

I want to eat her. To devour every inch of her body.

I want to drink her. Every drop.

I want to come inside her, claim her. Listen to her scream my name over and over and over.

Something about Sabine Hart undoes me, makes me feel possessive and insanely protective, activating the most basic human desire to control and keep what’s mine. In her case, what I want to be mine.

Mine.

And therein lies the problem, doesn’t it? Because people like me can’t have a relationship. In my line of work, women are a liability. Women become targets for my enemies. Love is, quite literally, the antithesis of what I do. The Achilles heel.

But damn it all to hell if Sabine isn’t the most intoxicating creature I have ever been in the presence of.

Standing inches from her face, I drown in her eyes as they pull me like the ocean, an endless depth of fire and ice. Of pain and wanting. Of my life, or my death.

Her pulse flies under my fingertips. Her cheeks are flushed, her breaths short and ragged.

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