|
Excerpt: “Forget about me leaving. It’s not going to happen. I will have you.” His confident assurance struck that reckless, independent part of Alana, the stubborn part, that didn’t like being controlled, so like an idiot, she said, “You’re way too sure of yourself.” He growled and she heard something like “let’s see about that…” He lifted his hands to her neck, and softly but firmly wrapped them around the smooth column. She swallowed as his thumb pressed against the pulse that beat wildly there. She gasped when his other hand clenched a handful of hair and tilted her head back slightly as he pressed on her throat. He touched the very spot he ravaged at the bar, where Bernice said she sported a hickey. His fingertips pressed on the mark. Heat flashed through her body and caused her to arch uncontrollably. A moan broke from between her lips and she clamped them shut to stop the scream that threatened to erupt. “You’re mine.” He whispered into Alana’s ear. He pressed the sensitive spot firmly again. Climax raced through her, flinging her soul in every direction. It was the wildest, mostly uncontrollable sensation imaginable. Thousands of nerve endings tightened and erupted as euphoria spread throughout her body. It raged through her. Her body arched again and she cried out, helpless. His hands caught her boneless body when she slumped. “Mine, Alana. You’re mine. Don’t ever doubt it because I’ll never let you go.” He rasped in her hair. Oh my God. She realized he was right. He had only to touch her neck where he marked her, and she came unglued in his arms. What kind of spell did he put on her? |
||||||