Danielle's POVI clung to him, trembling, battling an elemental urge to push him away with the thoughts of seeing him in the same position as another woman.“Hold me," he said and tightened his grip on me. “Don't move.” he trembled, as well, and it eased a brief moment of fear.I kissed him and he responded with a slow caution, as if he worked to control his passion. I didn't want him to control it. Nor would I be controlled. Not now. Not ever.I moved against him and he groaned in an exquisite pleasure that shimmered in his face and glasses his eyes. Firelight danced in his hair. Gazes locked, we began to move together, and my passion surged. We kissed with a fierceness I'd felt all along in his presence. His thrusts grew more powerful, and my one increasingly wild. My anger, my fear, and all the confusion of the past weeks sought vengeance in the frenzy of our lovemaking.This was what I wanted, what I needed. To be possessed, consumed, driven to the brink of madness. Yes, I was nea
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