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Her expression was so needy that she almost looked frightened.

When he reached out to stroke his hand down the length of her body, she moaned brokenly.

“Hush, my love,” he crooned. “I will help you.”

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JADE

Jade tried to understand what was happening as she lay still under Rafe’s comforting gaze.

Her body was caught up in a relentless rhythm of need. But, unlike when she had been drugged, she was perfectly aware of everything that was happening around her. There was a horrifying clarity to the hunger that consumed her now.

She had sworn she would never allow herself to be weakened by lust again.

But Rafe’s strange power over her was too strong.

Terror began to close in. Was this some new drug, designed to keep her from even the mercy of hazy thoughts? Had he slipped it into her food somehow?

“Jade,” he murmured again. “Look at me.”

Her eyes met his, as if she had no choice but to obey.

“I will never do anything you don’t want,” he told her quietly. “We don’t have to touch each other at all. You’re allowed to change your mind.”

The old frustration clamped down on her mind, even as she realized that he surely hadn’t drugged her if he was willing not to do anything at all.

“What’s happening to me?” she whispered.

“I’m going to tell you all about it, once I make you feel better,” he told her. “If you want me to make you feel better, that is.”

She closed her eyes, hating herself for her lack of self-control. She so badly needed him…

“Do you trust me?” he asked her. “Do you want me to take care of you, Jade?”

She opened her eyes to meet his.

They were glazed with unsatisfied lust, just like hers must be.

Yet he was offering to help her.

She found herself nodding.

He lowered his face to kiss her gently, sweetly, and her heart squeezed, like he had written her a love poem.

“Relax, my love,” he murmured, pulling back. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

She let her head fall back on the pillow and closed her eyes as she felt his hot mouth at her neck.

Her breasts were aching, her nipples swollen stiff for him.

He kissed his way down her neck slowly, nibbling at her collarbone.

“So beautiful,” he breathed when he reached her breasts.

He cupped one lightly.

The sensation was such exquisite torture that she whined and arched her back.

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