“What do you want, Eliza?” Her breath mingled with his, eyes holding his sapphire stare. Challenge glimmered there, and she pushed forward so her lips brushed across his when she whispered, “You, Raz. I want you.” Her words shattered whatever semblance of control they were pretending to have. Everything was desperate and needy. Razik released her wrists as his hands landed on her hips and tugged her forward so she was balancing on the edge of the table where her legs now dangled over the side. Bare skin brushed against bare skin, and she only had a moment to wonder when in all this he had lost
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