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He gulped, his thoughts tu over each other What he should choose Why he should choose it What she ht desire herself But honestly? There was one place he wished to touch more than any other So…

He did it Brochan reached up and cupped her jawline, tracing his thumbs over her cheek bones

Her pupils exploded over her irises, and her lips parted She blinked rapidly, layers of her cal before his eyes until only vulnerability remained “I don’t understand You can select any part of me and you start there? Why?”

“Because I can” Because she wasn’t just a body to hih he wished she were

“Oh” Eyes wide, she nuzzled his palms “Where do you wish to touch me next?”

Brochan glided his fingertips to her bare shoulders The softness of her skin turned the innocent action into brutally erotic caresses, and he nearly roared His breaths grew labored, the air around hi thicker

“Where else?” she asked with a thick voice, tilting her head to bare the elegant expanse of her throat Making a suggestion?

He licked his lips, staring at her racing pulse I’ll only touch her there I won’t lick I’ll resist my needs Will resist…

Brochan leaned forward and glided his tongue over the spot The barest flick, and yet she moaned in response Music to his ears

His aches…agonizing Consu Here There Everywhere Sweat broke out on his brow as he bent his knees, forcing her closer to him The added pressure nearly fractured his resolve He’d wanted this to be about her, only her, and yet

“Beast,” she breathed, as if the description were the sweetest endearment

The fractures spread…resistance shattered He flipped her onto her back swiftly, catching her and easing her to the ground softly, then rising to loole word left him A command “More” He’d never felt more beastly

Splayed beneath hi akin to tenderness

This This was how he liked her best, he decided Pinned by his strength His willing captive He could do anything…

Instinct took over He touched her everywhere except the places she expected Heher jawline The entire length of her collarbone A caress of each finger, even the spaces between the in the dips of her elbows

Goosebuown and explored her belly Her navel fascinated hiroan The backs of her knees… Was there anything softer? Oh, the sounds she hs

“You’re driving me mad,” she murmured How shocked she appeared How flushed and wonderfully needy