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March 14 - March 16, 2024
And the way he looked at me. Jesus, take the wheel. No. Jesus, look away.
“During sex,” he said in that low, deep baritone of his, leaning close and giving me a whiff of his clean, masculine scent, “being in control is the only way I get off.”
The fact that she could brush his behavior off and return to our task so easily told me two things. First, men who treated women this way were pigs and should be taken to slaughter. And second, she was more bewitching than I ever realized.
As soon as she walked away, Henry collapsed forward, sliding both hands into his hair, he lowered his head, pressing his forehead to the table. Then he banged it lightly three times.
She planted a hand on her hip. I loved it when she did that.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Blackwater?” Fucking hell. What couldn’t she do for me?
“We may be rivals, Lavinia. But it doesn’t make me want to fuck your brains out any less.”
“Also, loquacious?” I arched a brow. “Trying to impress me with your big vocabulary?” “Since you’re unwilling to check out my big cock, I thought it second best.”
“If you’d let me, I’d show you how non-average I am.”
“Are you the spiderman?” I asked, our breaths mingling, mouths inches apart. “No, Lavinia.” He shook his head then dipped closer to me. I was sure he would kiss me, but he skimmed his nose along my jaw until his lips brushed my ear. “You are,” he grated, biting my lobe. “And I’m so fucking caught in your web.”
“Take the time you need to settle this in your mind, Lavinia,” I told her with sincere earnest. “But know this. I won’t stop until I have you in my bed.” And then I’d never let her leave. She had me utterly bewitched. Body and soul. I couldn’t walk away.
If I didn’t know there was research that supported the primal reaction of an alpha male who held his mate in his lair, I’d have thought I was coming down with the flu.
Yes, he was definitely on the hunt. I wondered if Jules had any idea what was coming for her.
Clara turned a few shades of pink but then she lifted her head and said matter-of-factly, “That’s true. And since I plan to eventually kiss Henry Blackwater, quite often, I want to be sure the experience will give us both pleasure.”
“Are you telling me that you’ve never gone a week without sex? I find that highly unlikely.” “I’ve gone way longer than that.” “So what’s the problem?” “I’ve never been in love before,” he whispered before biting my earlobe. “I can’t help it. You’re all I think about.”