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Dimitrios had no intention of allowing me to go, grabbing my arm and yanking me against his chest. As he loomed over me, seemingly even larger in his life than I’d experienced before, I planted my hands on his chest. I was trying to push him away, thinking that if I did everything could go back to normal.

But nothing could.

Ever.

He stiffened, every muscle in his carved body tensing, and I could feel the raggedness of his beating heart as well as sense the burning need that we’d both experienced since first meeting. It was a shocking bolt of electricity, his touch searing every nerve ending.

And I felt how much he wanted me, his cock thick and hard, throbbing as it pressed into my stomach.

I tilted my head, trying my best to control my breathing, but around him, everything seemed surreal. But so natural to be in his arms.

There was something telling about his labored breathing. The heavy rise and fall of his chest illuminating his thoughts. The same desires that could damn us both to hell. The arc of electricity refused to be denied. I was lost in him and still hated myself for it.

As he rolled his fingers down my arm, trailing his actions with his eyes, my lower lip quivered. When he raked the backs along the outside of my breast, I licked my lips.

“This can’t happen,” I finally said. “It’s wrong.”

“Yes.” But neither one of us moved.

Neither one of us wanted to break the connection.

“Go back to your room.” His command wasn’t as strong as before because he didn’t want to lose the moment we were sharing any more than I did.

“Okay.” I tried to back away, certain he was going to allow that to happen.

Yet it seemed fate or maybe the devil himself interfered with our committed decisions.

The world came crashing down, the walls shattered between us as he crushed his mouth over mine. There was no gentleness about his need, no tender moment leading up to the passion we’d both felt, the rush of longing that could destroy us both.

But it was worth the risk.

No, being with him was worth everything.

CHAPTER 11

Willow

Time and space, power and reluctancy no longer existed.

There was just the two of us in a dangerous world where nothing seemed familiar, nothing normal.

Yet as he thrust his tongue inside my mouth, exploring every centimeter, taking his time in doing so, I was brought to a place of peace as well as one of fire and damnation.

Lust.

Uncontrollable passion.

Extreme need.

They were all out of control much like our actions. Maybe the good girl inside of me would regret this later, but for now, I didn’t care. I just didn’t care.

He was so protective, caring in a strange way, yet he’d released his beast inside. He was no longer the man determined to break me, but rather a man longing to seduce me.

Dominate me.

I was enthralled by his prowess, the kiss reeking of desperate thirst.

Every sound he made fueled the fire from before, an explosion of heat and flames.

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