Chapter 33

• Oh, she’d wanted him so badly. His heat and his hands on her. Wanted the electricity that danced between them. Wanted his danger, his wicked edge.
• Wanted his hunger for her to consume him as much as she was consumed by her own. And it had. She’d loved him ripping her nightie from her and her lacy underwear too. Loved how he’d held her in his arms. Loved how he hadn’t even stopped to undress properly, before spreading her thighs, and thrusting deep inside her.
• It hadn’t hurt. It hadn’t even felt strange. It had felt right and perfect, as if he was supposed to be there. As if they were supposed to be joined in this way, a raw, elemental meeting, creating magic between them.