Passion had taken over. There was no other explanation for it. Passion and the need for her. I had sworn after losing Gabrielle that I would be alone forever. That I would never want another. But, there was something about this she-wolf that called to me, and god-damn, did she call to me. In ways I did not want to feel, and ways I did not expect to feel. It scared me. It intrigued me. But I wanted her, and was not about to let the damn girl go. I was not about to let Mari walk out of the door. Not now. Without even thinking, I had stopped her leaving and had her in my arms. She was pinned against the wall, and my lips were on hers.Time seemed to have frozen, and somewhere in that moment her clothes had been ripped hungrily from her body. Everything was happening so fast. With such a sense of urgency. And now Mari was within my arms, once again pinned against the wall in nothing but her lacy, black underwear. Her tongue teasing at mine, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
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