“I don’t mind if the forest wants to have its way with my hair.” A spark burned in his eyes. A passion that she’d never seen before, mixed with a desperation that almost frightened her. Alistair slid his hand behind her neck, trapping her where she was. Between the forest and his body, like a deer trapped in front of a wolf. “And what if I wanted to have my way with your hair?” The breath wheezed from her lungs. “I’d let you.” His lips descended to her cheek, brushing like velvet against her skin. “And if I wanted to have my way with your lips?” Oh, why was she so dizzy? Thea’s hand curled in
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