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Him.
On her.Against her.Inher.
He’d become way more than only her kidnapper, and the visceral chemistry in the bathroom suggested they were both aware of the transformation.
“Suck.”He pushed past her lips, his breath becoming labored as she took in the digits and did just that.
The hand at her chest snaked to her other breast, giving it the same attention, and sucking hungrily on his fingertips, she was ravenous for everything he had to offer.
“Sir.”She groaned around his fingers.“I want you.”
It was wrong to tell him so.
So fucking wrong.
Dangerously iniquitous.
Yet, after everything they’d been through, Hannah couldn’t see any reason not to be honest.Surely, he could tell her feelings, anyway?Her tightening buds and throaty mewls no doubt revealed her true inclination, and if he was to brush a fingertip over her sex, he’d know just how excited she was.
“I know, little girl.”His tone was neither arrogant nor imploring.It settled somewhere between the two, completed with a trace of what sounded like reverie.“Don’t worry.You’re going to have me.”
Drawing his digits from her mouth, he spun her to face him, and before she even had time to respond to the change of tack, he swooped.Hand cradling the back of her head, his fingers fisted her hair as his lips crashed into hers, and with one reflexive groan, she gave herself to him.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Repletion
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LAWES HADN’T PLANNEDany of it, neither the second trip to the bathroom nor the spontaneous tooth-cleaning tutorial.Of course, he’d meticulously organized taking her back and fantasized about what to do to her once he had her, but he hadn’t reckoned on the resurgence of such intense chemistry.
There were times she hated him.He could see that from the glint in her eyes, but there were others when the need in them was so great, it almost took his breath away.The sun rose and set in those expressive orbs.If he was honest, it wasn’t only the idea of exacting revenge on her tempting body that had kept him awake at night during those long years of incarceration but the longing to look into those eyes and see the type of devotion he saw glimmering in them then.
Not love.He wasn’t stupid enough to think she could love him, but something else and possibly equally strong—a toxic attachment that both of them had found impossible to break.That was the foundation of the kiss he offered—a promise, not to honor and respect her, but a vow to cherish and devour.
Drawing away from the warmth of her mouth, he nibbled lightly at her lower lip while her bound hands rose to his neck.She’d told him what she wanted, and it was time to deliver.
