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incredibly powerful altered within me as well.

I pulled back for a second, just wanting to take a moment to check that Clara really wanted to do this. I didn’t want her to be swept away by lust like our first encounter on the stage, or worse, be engulfed in the memories of a past that was too sordid to think about.

“Don’t,” she said softly.

“Don’t what?”

“Look at me like I’m broken. I was at one point, but I’m not any longer. I’m proud of the fact I’ve worked my ass off to heal myself, and you have been part of that healing. You see me in a way no other man has. You see the real me… not the shell of a woman I once was. Please don’t treat me like a fragile flower.”

And she wasn’t. She was a petite woman, so much tinier than me. Every time I took her hand, I was amazed at how small her bones were, and yet I’d seen her dance with the beauty of a gazelle and the strength of a lioness. Treating her differently now simply because she’d been brave enough to share the ugliness would be doing her a major disservice. Bending forward, I cupped her face in my palms.

“You are the most unbroken soul I’ve ever met.”

I bent down for a deep and erotic kiss. I knew her now, inside and out, and I still wanted her. Even her darker side did nothing but enhance all the good. I understood her mistakes. I knew where she was coming from, and I still wanted to be with her. None of that bothered me at all. All I really cared about was Clara and the woman she was today. In fact, when it came to me and what my body wanted… it was the woman with those dark edges. I wanted the devil inside of her to emerge to dance and cavort with the one inside of me.

Lifting my head, I murmured, “You are strong.”

Closing that fraction of an inch, I kissed her and lifted my head again.

“You are beautiful.”

This time I pushed my tongue into her mouth to dance and play with hers until I swallowed her soft mewl of desire. Withdrawing my tongue, I took her bottom lip between my teeth and nipped.

“You are brave,” I said, wrapping my arms around her and stood.

Grinning as her arms slipped around my neck, I bent down until our foreheads touched.

“You are the light to my dark,” I whispered.

This time, I took her lips and didn’t release them as I walked up the stairs and down the hall. Entering my room, I moved to the king-sized bed and lifted my lips from hers. “And, baby, I can’t wait to soil you.”

Her smile was the most dazzling one I’d ever seen, lighting her entire being.

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Clara

Even if I’d been able to fantasize about the outcome after confessing all to Alek, I never could have imagined this. His reactions and his words calmed my fears, and yet the look in his eyes stirred every cell inside me.

You are the light to my dark.

I can’t wait to soil you.

God, who said things like that? Men who were confident in themselves and honest with the women they cared about. There was only one thing left for me to say.

“Then let’s get dirty.”

He grinned, and I shrieked as he tossed me onto his bed and then laughed as he leapt to join me. By the time I stopped bouncing, his fingers had begun to trail their way down my body, tracing over my curves as if they were the most desirable things on the whole damn planet. My mind became consumed with desire. I was dizzy with lust, and I could sense my brain switching off. I craved feeling the sensations he was so very capable of causing rush through my body.

As the bolts of lust raced right down to my throbbing pussy, I grabbed onto him in sex-crazed desperation, running my hands over those amazing abs of his. Although I had spent my life surrounded by physically fit dancers, I never realized quite how touching the ripped perfection of a sculpted body would turn me on. It made me wild and animalistic. It drew another side out of me. One I didn’t even realize existed until Alek came into my life.

All of a sudden, the silky material of my dress brushed my hypersensitive skin, causing a small moan to pass my lips as he bared my torso. Everything Alek