sanity, Cassie thought.
"Justin! Please, Justin!"
"When you're ready, sweetheart. When you're ready."
"Now, Justin. Please now !"
"I want to know you need me so much you couldn't survive tonight
without having me inside you!" he said, his voice thick with his own
desire.
"Oh, Justin, I've never felt like this," she confessed, her head moving
restlessly on the pillow as the storm raged inside and outside the bedroom.
"Good. I'm glad!" He sounded almost violently glad. "Keep telling me
about it, Cassie. Keep telling me how much you want me!"
"Oh, Justin, I can't stand it. Take me, please take me." She lifted her
hips beseechingly and he pressed his hand possessively against her. Then
he let her feel the throbbing strength of his manhood, testing himself
against her hip.
"You're on fire," he breathed.
"Yes, oh, yes!"
"I want you, Cassie. Feel how much I want you!" Again he tested himself
on her soft thigh. She reacted with a soft cry, urging him to her with her
hands.
"Open yourself to me, honey," he ordered hoarsely. "Give yourself. I
want to know you're completely mine."
Almost out of her head with the force of the raging desire in her veins,
Cassie obeyed, parting her legs invitingly, lifting herself against his hand.
"Oh, Justin, please make love to me."
Her soft plea destroyed the last barrier. Justin moved at last, settling
himself with sudden fierceness between her legs and reaching to grasp her
shoulders.
Cassie felt his body move against hers, was achingly aware of the
hardness of him as he prepared to invade her, and then, in her urgent
need to complete the union, she thrust her fingers through the darkness of
his hair.
The heavy, black pelt was damp.
Cassie twisted frantically, unable to understand why that single fact was
so significant
"Lie still, Cassie. Lie still and I'll take you."
"Justin?" The question in her voice was little more than a whisper.
What was wrong? Why was it so important that his hair was damp? In the
haze of her passion, Cassie could barely think. "Justin, wait, I—"
"Hush, Cassie. It's too late."
His hair was as damp as if he'd just come in out of the rain. Panic
began to replace the hunger in her. Panic that combined with her helpless
position to leave Cassie feeling utterly at the mercy of the man who was
covering her body with his own. His hair was wet from the rain!
Images of the creature of the night who had come to stand on her
balcony flashed through her head. "No!" Desperately she pushed at him,
denying both the picture in her head and the man who lay on her.
"Cassie, stop it!" Justin bit out. "It's too late!" He closed her mouth with
his own, trapping the protests in her throat and simultaneously driving
himself into her body.
Cassie went rigid beneath the shock of his possession. Slowly her hands
fell away from his hair, seeking his shoulders. She felt taken, possessed,
completely captive. Her eyes opened slowly and she found herself looking
up into the face of the man who had threatened her with revenge. Neither
of them moved. Justin's gaze was flaring with fire.
"You belong to me now, Cassie. You're mine. There's no turning back."
Then he slowly bent his head and buried his lips against her throat. Cassie
trembled as he used his teeth lightly on her skin. It was erotic and exciting
even as it was menacing, and when he began to establish the rhythm of
their bodies, Cassie was overwhelmed.
Justin made love to her as if he were intent on possessing her
completely, her mind and soul as well as her body. He held her so tightly
that she could do nothing but respond, and in truth Cassie didn't want to
do anything but respond. Somewhere her conscious mind was aware of
the illogical and dangerous step she had just taken by letting her enemy
seduce her, but she couldn't fight him.
He claimed her with words that were both frightening and exciting, yet
there was an illusion of safety to be found in his strength. When she
"Justin! Please, Justin!"
"When you're ready, sweetheart. When you're ready."
"Now, Justin. Please now !"
"I want to know you need me so much you couldn't survive tonight
without having me inside you!" he said, his voice thick with his own
desire.
"Oh, Justin, I've never felt like this," she confessed, her head moving
restlessly on the pillow as the storm raged inside and outside the bedroom.
"Good. I'm glad!" He sounded almost violently glad. "Keep telling me
about it, Cassie. Keep telling me how much you want me!"
"Oh, Justin, I can't stand it. Take me, please take me." She lifted her
hips beseechingly and he pressed his hand possessively against her. Then
he let her feel the throbbing strength of his manhood, testing himself
against her hip.
"You're on fire," he breathed.
"Yes, oh, yes!"
"I want you, Cassie. Feel how much I want you!" Again he tested himself
on her soft thigh. She reacted with a soft cry, urging him to her with her
hands.
"Open yourself to me, honey," he ordered hoarsely. "Give yourself. I
want to know you're completely mine."
Almost out of her head with the force of the raging desire in her veins,
Cassie obeyed, parting her legs invitingly, lifting herself against his hand.
"Oh, Justin, please make love to me."
Her soft plea destroyed the last barrier. Justin moved at last, settling
himself with sudden fierceness between her legs and reaching to grasp her
shoulders.
Cassie felt his body move against hers, was achingly aware of the
hardness of him as he prepared to invade her, and then, in her urgent
need to complete the union, she thrust her fingers through the darkness of
his hair.
The heavy, black pelt was damp.
Cassie twisted frantically, unable to understand why that single fact was
so significant
"Lie still, Cassie. Lie still and I'll take you."
"Justin?" The question in her voice was little more than a whisper.
What was wrong? Why was it so important that his hair was damp? In the
haze of her passion, Cassie could barely think. "Justin, wait, I—"
"Hush, Cassie. It's too late."
His hair was as damp as if he'd just come in out of the rain. Panic
began to replace the hunger in her. Panic that combined with her helpless
position to leave Cassie feeling utterly at the mercy of the man who was
covering her body with his own. His hair was wet from the rain!
Images of the creature of the night who had come to stand on her
balcony flashed through her head. "No!" Desperately she pushed at him,
denying both the picture in her head and the man who lay on her.
"Cassie, stop it!" Justin bit out. "It's too late!" He closed her mouth with
his own, trapping the protests in her throat and simultaneously driving
himself into her body.
Cassie went rigid beneath the shock of his possession. Slowly her hands
fell away from his hair, seeking his shoulders. She felt taken, possessed,
completely captive. Her eyes opened slowly and she found herself looking
up into the face of the man who had threatened her with revenge. Neither
of them moved. Justin's gaze was flaring with fire.
"You belong to me now, Cassie. You're mine. There's no turning back."
Then he slowly bent his head and buried his lips against her throat. Cassie
trembled as he used his teeth lightly on her skin. It was erotic and exciting
even as it was menacing, and when he began to establish the rhythm of
their bodies, Cassie was overwhelmed.
Justin made love to her as if he were intent on possessing her
completely, her mind and soul as well as her body. He held her so tightly
that she could do nothing but respond, and in truth Cassie didn't want to
do anything but respond. Somewhere her conscious mind was aware of
the illogical and dangerous step she had just taken by letting her enemy
seduce her, but she couldn't fight him.
He claimed her with words that were both frightening and exciting, yet
there was an illusion of safety to be found in his strength. When she
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