He shot to his feet, hauled her up and on to her own. His mouth descended on hers, too hard, too rough, but he couldn't stop it, and anyway, she didn't seem to mind. She moaned and melted in his arms, and that was when he picked her up, right off her feet.Claire looked up at him, alarmed."Jack –"No. No, she couldn't call him that name. Not now, not in this moment.He carried her to the bedroom, tossed her onto the bed with no grace. She stared up at him, and he quickly leaned over her, took her mouth. She moaned again, longer and lower this time, and that was when he pulled back."Not one sound," he growled at her. "Not one word. Not one noise." And for the love of Christ, don't call me 'Jack'."But..." she protested faintly."Not one word, kitten. I'm gonna take you, and you're gonna come without making a sound. Not one, or I stop."Her mouth opened in shock, but she stayed silent. She shut her mouth, then bit her lip."Good girl," he said approvingly as he removed her glasses. "
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