“What? Never lie? What does that have to do with
anything?”
“You want me to tell you I was teasing. You want me
to tell you that I don’t feel like chaining you to my side
and never letting you go. You want me to tell you that I
don’t regret eleven years of dreaming about you and
never touching you. And I can’t say any of that without
lying.”
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SINS OF THE HEART
And then he surged over her, sleek, predatory, his
hands touching, seeking, making her moan, making her
wonder how she could want him again so soon. Making her wonder how she could ever stop wanting him.
With easy strength, he grabbed her hips and rolled
her until she lay facedown, prone beneath him, his
weight pinning her, his cock, hard and hot, pressing
against her ass.
He pushed her thighs apart, his legs coming between
hers. Then he gave a grunt of dissatisfaction and
pushed her legs wider still. She gasped as he reached
underneath her and stroked her clitoris until it was
swollen, sensitive, aching for his touch.
“I want to take you like this. Pinned underneath
me.”
She understood. He was a primitive being, for all his
longevity and experience. He ate. He slept. He killed.
Now that he’d found her and decided to claim her,
in his mind, hepossessed.She was his.
And for her, he would do anything. Nurse her.
Bleed for her.
