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His hand, strong and calloused, slid beneath her jaw, forcing her to meet his dark, hungry stare. "Don't move," he whispered against her lips. Her breath shook. "This is wrong," she managed to gasp, but his grip only tightened around her wrist. "Then stop shaking like you want me." Her pulse jumped…

His hand, strong and calloused, slid beneath her jaw, forcing her to meet his dark, hungry stare. "Don't move," he whispered against her lips. Her breath shook. "This is wrong," she managed to gasp, but his grip only tightened around her wrist. "Then stop shaking like you want me." Her pulse jumped. She hated that he was right. The edge in his voice sent heat straight through her—dangerous yet desperate. The silk sheets pressed cool against her back as he leaned in, his body caging hers without