SLOANE Thane’s lips are still firm against mine, his heavy body trapping me against the wooden door, when his growl vibrates deep within his chest. He breaks the kiss by just a hairsbreadth, his dark eyes burning into mine with an intense, fierce heat I have never seen in him before. His breath is hot against my jaw, his grip on my waist tightening until I can feel every line of muscle in his arms. "I’ve been patient, Sloane," Thane rasps, his voice low, rough, and dripping with raw, undivided need. "I’ve given you space, and I’ve let you breathe. But don't use me to run from your past unless you intend to stay right here in my arms." The words cut straight through the lingering fog in my head, hitting me like a splash of freezing water. My mind snaps back to reality. The intoxicating heat of the moment evaporates, leaving me cold, exposed, and utterly overwhelmed. The memory of Roan’s starved, soul-shattering kiss is still burning on my tongue, clashing violently with the stea
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