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snap him out of the funk he’d been in since their kiss had been interrupted.

“That’s not what you’re mad about, is it?” he asked quietly.

No, of course not. It’s about time you realized that.

“What is it then?” he asked when she shook her head at last.

Laura licked her lips.

How was she supposed to tell him that the way he’d backed off last night felt almost like rejection? That she felt he didn’t want her, and was using the water as an excuse not to have to touch her.

Any other guy would have tried to kiss her anyway, not stopping despite that. The clothes were going to come off anyway, so why bother, right?

“Last night,” she started to say.

“I’m sorry about that,” he interrupted. “I should not—”

“Have stopped?” she said, surprising herself.

Rakell took a half step back. “What do you mean? I thought you wanted…”

“You thought? But did you ever ask?” Laura bit her lip, turning away, trying to keep her composure. “You took your excuse to stop and you ran. You rejected me. Is it because…” she looked down at her body.

“Absolutely not.” Rakell’s growled reply filled her house and sent Laura back a step, stunned by his ferocity. “You get that filthy thought out of your mind right now. Burn it to ash and never let it return. You are beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. I have a hard time keeping my eyes off you, from your head to your toes. What do I care for skin and bone? You’re real to me, Laura. You exist. You are a woman, and I want it.”

“Then show me,” she half-moaned, days of pent-up tension she hadn’t known existed expressing itself in those three words.

Rakell surged forward, picking her up like she was a flower petal and pinning her to the wall. His mouth covered hers, hungry lips taking. He didn’t wait for approval, didn’t wait for any further invitation. Pushing open her mouth his tongue spread fire through her, moving out from her lips, down her neck and across her upper chest.

His hands kept her firmly against the wall, not letting her move as his body crushed down on hers. She felt small, tiny, and safe. He was her protection from the world, even as her clothes fell to the ground item by item.

With Rakell around, she didn’t need them. Didn’t need anything but his body against hers. Completely, thoroughly, and without delay.

“Take me,” she breathed as he spun her round, pressing her into the wall, pushing himself against her from behind.

“You are mine,” he growled, and bit her neck.

Laura moaned. She was ready to submit to him.

She was his.

Chapter Twenty-One

Laura

Unlike before, this time Rakell didn’t stop.

There was a long, agonizing moment while he pulled himself free of his pants, and then she felt his hard member against her bare skin. That tantalizing, unmistakable feeling removed any last doubts she may have had about whether Rak truly wanted to do this or not.

He was harder than steel, and burned hotter than the fires that would melt it. Her skin ached at his very touch, and yet she secretly longed for more of it. His pain was her comfort, it was her pleasure, and she wanted it all.

When he finally entered her, slick with her own desire, there was no resistance, no hesitation. One long thrust edged out over close to a minute. By the time he reached the end, Laura was a quivering puddle, dripping all over him and yet still pressed to the wall, unable to move.

Clenching around him she basked in the sudden hiss that escaped his lips, the noticeable pause in his movement as he fought to regain control.

You may have taken control, but that doesn’t mean I am powerless, she thought, arching her back as much as she could, sticking her ass out to capture all of him as he sought to pull away.

Rak groaned in delight—and then his hips came forward with a power she could not stop. Laura went flat against the wall, and Rak went deep inside her. Her cry filled the house, but she didn’t care, nor truly notice. In that moment, in that primal embrace, the only thing she knew, was him.

Strong hands ran down her body, caressing her, groping her, fondling her. He was rough and gentle, light and heavy with his touch. She shivered and shuddered, beginning to whine when he teased her overlong.

“I can’t take it anymore,” she moaned. “Please. Rak.”

“Please what?” he growled, nibbling on her ear as one hand