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I wanted to lift her up. Hold her in every way. Not only be her protector but the keeper of her fears and her fantasies.

Give her every fathomable dream and the ones she hadn’t even thought of yet.

I was nothing but a bastard for thinking it.

She didn’t know what I’d done.

The vile act I’d committed.

And still, I held her while pleasure ticked and twitched through her muscles.

The juts of sound that had been yelping from her lips slowly easing into harsh pants.

Her chest heaved with each one, those tits still bared and my fingers still bored deep in the well of her body.

A fucking thief who was stealing what he was never meant to take.

I slowly withdrew them as I stood, and the chair legs screeched across the floor.

My chest was so fucking tight as I gazed down at her.

I stretched out my hand to help her up.

My heart went manic again with seeing her this way.

Elena’s hair was a mess. Black locks matted and wild as they tumbled around her stunning face and onto her bare shoulders. Blissed-out delirium written on her expression.

Pride welled up out of nowhere, and I brushed my thumb along the arch of her cheek.

“Told you I was gonna make you feel good.”

She gave me a dopey grin. “And my Heathen delivered.”

Some recessed piece of my spirit flinched, while the prominent part wanted to promise all the ways I was going to do it.

The ways I was going to have her.

I slammed a lid on the urge, biting back the words, then my head was spinning all over again as she eased off the end of the table, making me stumble backward a step.

Hazel eyes were pinned on me.

Gold flecks swirling with greed.

Hypnotizing.

Entrancing as she slowly lowered to her knees, her hands going to the button of my jeans.

My body seized.

“Don’t, Elena.” My teeth ground when I said it, and she just looked up at me.

Bold.

No timidity to it.

Elena licked her lips, her pants still puffing into the air.

Body still mostly bare.