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His lips crushed hers. He didn’t need to ask or push, she opened to him, taking his possession and falling into it. Just for the night, she could let him wrap her up in his dominance. She’d fight through it all in the morning.

Right now, she needed him to touch her.

He skated his hands down her arms. “Get on the bed, Melinda.”

She scrambled backward and landed on the mattress.

“So eager?” He laughed, climbing on the bed and crawling up the length of it toward her. His eyes, dark and round and full of possession, trapped her.

He gripped her knees and jerked them apart.

“Tell me you want this, Melinda.” He leaned over her, brushing his lips across her chin, her cheek before settling his gaze on her. His usual demeanor of control and authority slipped. She wouldn’t go so far as to say he seemed insecure—she doubted he ever had a moment when he didn’t already know what was coming in the next. But this wasn’t a command. He wasn’t pushing her to do what he wanted. He was asking for her honesty, for her to be genuine with him.

She lowered her lashes but continued watching him. Of course, she wanted his touch and all the pleasure that came with it. He’d already swallowed her up. The least he could do was make her feel better about it.

“Yes, Erik.” She nodded, unable to get anything else out.

He slid over her body, shoving his pants off with expertise before he framed her face again with his palms. His eyes bored into her. His musky scent surrounded her, digging deep into her mind. She knew this scent. It brought comfort and strength. As much as she wanted to shove him away, to force herself back into a place of hate for him, she was lost in him.

The sense of security didn’t make her less apprehensive. He was still a dangerous man, and he could hurt her—he could break her if he wanted. But when he leaned down again, brushing his lips across hers then moving lower to her chin, her neck, she drowned in the sensations.

She skimmed her touch down his chest, feeling the hard ripples of his physique. He arched up, letting her have her way with him for the moment, and she took her time. She moved her fingers over his back, over his ass and his hips then slid between their bodies again.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she closed them around the smooth, hard length of his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” His head fell forward into her neck. She held tighter, sliding her grip up and down, stroking his powerful length. A small bead formed at the tip, and she wiped it away with one finger, spreading it down his shaft.

His hand dove into her hair, and he pulled her head back. “Don’t.Fuck. You have to stop.” He used his free hand to yank her touch away.

She smiled at him. His control slipped. A fraction, a micro inch, but she’d seen it. And she wanted more. She glided her hand across his cheek.

“Erik. Please.”

He moved his hips, pressing the tip of his cock against her entrance.

“Mine,” he growled and thrust into her. She cried out from the invasion and dug her nails into his shoulder, but he wasn’t to be stopped.

“Erik!” she yelled as he pulled, almost leaving her entirely. He locked gazes with her and pumped into her, inch by inch until he filled her again.

She threw her head back, moaning with want, with need, with fear he’d stop too soon.

“Harder. Don’t stop,” she groaned when he gripped her hips and plunged forward. She wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him deeper but still wanting more. She ached with the stretch, but she didn’t care. The pain mingled with the pleasure, the arousal, and she wasn’t ready for it to end.

“Fuck.” He gripped her hair again, sending pins flying. He thrust harder, grinding his hips into her clit, sending her closer to the sun.

“Erik. I have to, please, hell, please…oh fuck.” Her hands clenched into fists on his shoulders. “Please make me come!” She planted her feet on the bed and lifted her hips, matching his thrusts with force.

“Come, Melinda.” He tugged on her hair again, giving her the burn to send her right over the edge she’d been teetering on.

With a flick of his wrist, she was thrown into the burning embers. Consumed by the waves, the hard crashes taking over, she arched up at him, digging her nails into flesh, and screamed with her release.

Her body would break, but she couldn’t think of it. The only thoughts were of the pleasure. Hard, fast-beating pleasure racking her body.

He plowed into her again and again until he cried out with his own release. If she hadn’t been in the room, half crazed with pleasure, she would’ve sworn she heard a wolf howling as he filled her with his seed.

He groaned, his teeth gnashing as he slowed his thrusts. “There’s my sweet girl.”

His forehead pressed against hers. Large paws roamed over her face, and warm kisses touched her cheeks. He rolled to the side, yanking her with him.

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