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I took a moment, then muttered, “Clearly, you have regrets about that night, but I don’t... I don’t regret it at all.”

“Mia.”

“I don’t...I’d never experienced anything like I did that night, and if I’m being honest, it scares me to think that I might never get the chance to experience it again.So, be mad. Have your stupid regrets. Just know, I don’t feel the same.”

“You don’t get it.”

“Then, explain it to me!”

He lifted his hand to the nape of my neck, and for a brief moment, I thought he was going to pull me in for a kiss—a kiss I desperately wanted. But just as he was drawing close, he hesitated. I knew then it wasn’t going to happen. I won’t say I wasn’t disappointed. I was, but the feeling quickly subsided when he lowered his mouth to my ear and whispered, “I don’t regret it either. Hell, it’s the only thing I can think about.”

A mix of desire and anticipation washed over me, sending a heated flush up my neck and cheeks. I’d meant what I’d told him. I’d never felt anything like I did when he touched me. It was like my entire body was burning with need, and from the way he was looking at me, he felt the same about me.

His rough palms slid effortlessly over my skin as he eased my t-shirt over my head. I quickly lowered my knit shorts, then kicked them to the side. I stood there before him, wearing nothing but my lace panties, and a rush of heat rolled against my skin as he stood there gazing at me, appraising me.

The look in his eyes left me absolutely spellbound.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t think.

I’d never felt so desired. Knowing he wanted me only made me want him more. I wanted to feel his hands on me, his mouth on me, and it was driving me crazy. When I couldn’t stand it a moment longer, I reached for the hem of his t-shirt. He took off his cut and draped it over the chair, then bent forward so I could pull it over his head. I tossed it to the floor, then looked up at him and my chest grew tight. The man was beautiful. With his chiseled jaw, muscular physic, and rugged good looks, he was the ultimate seduction. But he was so much more than that.

When I looked into his eyes, I could see everything.

The anger.

The anguish.

The longing.

The desire.

I gasped when Wrath lifted me up and carried me down the hall. Seconds later, I was on my bed with his body covering mine. His weight pressed against me as his hands, rough and impatient, roamed over my body.

I felt utterly possessed by him as his mouth closed over my breast, scraping his teeth across my sensitive flesh. My fingers tangled in his hair as he flicked his tongue against my nipple, sending goosebumps prickling across my skin. My breath caught as his hand slid between my legs. He ran his fingers along my center while his other hand cupped my breast. Every nerve in my body tingled from his touch, making me eager for more.

Sensing my impatience, he lifted off of me and quickly removed his jeans and briefs, kicking them to the side. I watched with eagerness as he pulled out a condom from the back pocket, then slowly slipped it over his long, hard shaft. His eyes grew intense as he looked down at me sprawled out on the bed. His voice was low and raspy as he growled, “The last time we fucked, it was for you. This time, it’s for me.”

Before I had time to respond, he was back on top of me, centering himself between my legs. He hovered over me, the heat of our breaths mingling between us. Once again, I thought he was going to kiss me, but once again, he hesitated. Before my disappointment had a chance to sink in, he lowered his hands to my waist and carefully lowered my panties down my thighs.

Without warning, he rolled to his back, carrying me with him, and within a blink, I was on top of him with my knees straddling his sides. I reached for him and wrapped my fingers around his girth. I slowly stroked him, up and down. I could feel him pulsing against my fingertips as I placed him at my center.

I slowly lowered myself, taking him in deep. After a brief moment of adjusting to him, I set my hands on his chest and slowly began to move as I rocked my hips against him.

I’d never felt anything so incredible.

I wanted to savor the moment and let myself feel every sensation, but Wrath had other plans. He placed his hands on my hips, guiding me to move faster. Taking his cue, I quickened my pace, becoming more fervent and intense with each shift of my hips. The muscles in my stomach began to tighten and I knew it was coming.

With one last swerve of my hips, heat surged through me, consuming me as my orgasm tore throughout my body. I was completely sated, but Wrath wasn’t done. Instead, he turned us over, positioning himself on top of me so he could take control. His body slammed into mine as I gripped his shoulders and met his thrusts with my own. Our panting and moans echoed through the room as our bodies moved together. Every drive of his hips, every swirl of mine, brought me closer and closer to a second orgasm that threatened to tear me apart. My head thrashed back as I gasped, “Yes!”

He was focused and unrelenting as he drove into me again and again. A low, deep growl echoed through the room as he found his own release. After several moments, he eased off of me, tossed his condom in the trash, then rolled over on his side right next to me.

Once our breaths started to slow, Wrath looked over to me, and his eyes burned with an intensity I didn’t understand. It was clear something was on his mind, but he didn’t say a word. I gave him a minute, then rolled to my side and whispered, “You look perplexed.”

“Just thinking.”

“That can be dangerous.”

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