CLAIMED BY THE DEVIL
“I want you.”
His breath cracked. A soft curse left his lips, warm against her skin.
Then he lifted his head, and his eyes. His eyes weren’t calm anymore. They were storm-dark, desperate, hungry in a way only she could evoke.
“Becca.” He called again, but this time it sounded like surrender. He could no longer control himself, he’d tortured himself enough.
His hand slid up her spine, stopping at the back of her neck. Without wasting time, he grabbed it, making sure she was looking up at him.
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