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“I’m right here, baby,” he gritted. “Come for me.Hard.”

He plunged deep, and she willingly tumbled headlong into the maelstrom. Offered him her heart and soul as she’d never given another.

She screamed his name as he spun her to the edge of the universe, into blinding sunbursts.

He drew out her climax, aftershock upon aftershock of ecstasy.

Awareness began to return to her sated system. Zane’s sweat-soaked torso branded her spine. His heartbeat raged against her shoulder blades. His rapid breaths, warm and jagged, fanned over her neck. He was shaking like a man possessed.

“Mine,” he breathed, the agonized whisper so low she barely heard.

Her heart tripped, turned over, and she opened her eyes, sought his face in the mirror.

His regal features were pulled taut in the starry candlelight, his lids tightly closed, his quaking body rigid. His neck was arched, his lower lip clamped between his teeth in a carnal vision of barely restrained control.

“Iamyours, Zane,” she whispered raggedly. “All yours.”

He groaned. “Jillian!” His spine bowed and he flung his head back, the cords in his neck taut, sinewed ropes as his body shuddered in the throes of brutal release.

She watched him in awe, his big body quaking, his expression savagely primal as his essence jetted into her. She took everything he gave, fiercely glad she could offer him this.

Finally he relaxed against her. Still shaking violently, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, gasping for breath.

She hadn’t known, hadn’t guessed. Hadn’t even come close to imagining how full, how complete in every way, she’d feel with him inside her.

Tears spilled over and streamed down her face.

Zane stiffened. “Shit!”

She looked up again, caught his horrified glance in the mirror.

“I made you cry.”

“Yes, but—”

“Goddamnme tohell.” He gently withdrew from her, snatched up his clothes, shoved unsteadily to his feet. “I swore I’d never make a woman cry, like he … I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Jillian. I won’t ever touch you again.”

Chapter 18

Clutching his clothes, Zane stumbled to the door, Jillian’s tears like hot blades stabbing into his chest.

“Freeze, Wolfe!” she ordered.

Back to her, he froze.

“You are not allowed to give a woman the best sex of her life and then run out on her.”

Confusion tangled in his churning gut. “Yeah, you’re so thrilled you’re crying your eyes out.”

“You’re totally misunderstanding. I’m crying, but in a good way.”

He slowly turned, stared at her warily.There was a good way to make a woman cry?

“Would you please get your gorgeous naked butt back over here and talk to me?” She patted the mat next to her. “Come here.”

Walking barefoot on burning coals the entire way, he returned to the mat. Dropped his clothes and sat beside her.

“Oh, Zane.” Eyes as soft and dark as purple twilight, she knelt in front of him and embraced him, and he let her.

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