hat made her skin prickle and her breath catch in her throat. Time was running

e small gap between them. The air grew thick, charged with the scent of

g slightly, came t

his jaw, but he didn't push her away. His gaze dropp

you're doing?" he asked,

eyes. Her voice was a raw whisper. "I... need help." It was the tru

us smirk. He saw right through her, saw her desperati

ff her in waves. She rested her forehead against the cool fabric of his suit jacket, a shudder runnin

hen his hand shot out, his fingers wrappi

that she was straddling him. A startled cry escaped her lips. The power dynamic shifted

grip hard and unforgiving, and

raw display of power, a conqueror planting his flag on new territory. There was no tendernes

etrayed by the chemicals, responded with a shiver of pure, unwilling arousal. The hea

the edge, as a helpless tremor ran thr

s if she were a piece of trash. The sudden loss of contact was like a phy

aving, tears of confusion and h

hed his jacket. He looked at her, his expres

d, his voice flat a