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The sensations of him between my legs and his lips all over my skin are overwhelming me. I can't focus on any one thing. I’m a blazing ball of fire, and he is the kerosene that's feeding me.

He doesn't speak to me anymore. Not with words anyway, but he says plenty with his body and those blazing blue eyes.

Mine. I can see the possession in his eyes as clearly as if he spoke the word.

He keeps my wrist held above my head as he devours every inch of me. His blood smears all over my body every time he touches me. His breathing is just as ragged as my own.

Dear god, he's claiming me with blood and fire, and I was determined not to like this. I hate myself for it, but I can't deny the passion that's building inside me. I fight against it because it will be the greatest sin of my life to allow myself to feel pleasure at this, but Gabriel is unrelenting.

He can see right through me as always. “Stop fighting it,” he orders me. “You will give it up for me.”

He stabs me hard, and I feel the first ribbon of pleasure unfurling deep inside me.

I bite down on my lip and try to fight it.

“Look at me, kitten,” he snaps.

I'm powerless to disobey. My eyes open. My breath hitches at the look in his eyes as he ruts into me steadily, hitting this place inside me that makes me gasp. I cling to him, on the verge of insanity as I try to keep my body from betraying me.

“Come for me, Nora. Come on me now. I want to feel you fall apart,” he growls.

Again, I'm powerless to disobey. My body responds instantly to his every command as if it recognizes him as its master.

I feel myself convulse and then arch up as I shatter into a million pieces around him.

He groans a deep guttural groan and then he bites my neck as I feel his hot heat spill into me.

He roars against my skin as he holds himself deep, spasming and shaking above me for what feels like forever as I continue to quake around him.

I’m so shaken by the intensity of what we just shared, I can't bring myself to look into his eyes. I turn my head to the side and stare at the wall, but of course, he's having none of that.

He grabs my chin and turns my face back to his, his blue eyes burning into mine again as he vows, “You’re mine.”

I tear my gaze away from him only for it to land on the vase of blue roses on the fireplace mantel.

Those fucking blue roses that are the same color as his eyes.

Those eyes I can never escape.

ChapterEighteen

I wake up alone,and I hate myself for the emptiness I feel inside. Did I really expect him to stay? Gabriel got what he wanted. Of course, he's not the type to stay and cuddle.

And I don't want that anyway, right?

So why do I feel this sinking feeling inside me?

I don't know what's worse—this empty feeling or the overwhelming sense of guilt and shame.

I was determined not to like it, but Gabriel has a way of forcing me to orgasm against my will. I can try to deny it all I want, but my body loved every minute of what he did to me last night. An ache begins deep inside me just at the memory.

I shake my head and frown as I push all those thoughts away.

I'm doing this for my sister. I did it for my sister. I chant to myself inside my head over and over again.

That's what I have to tell myself—even if it is a lie.

I can't admit that last night was amazing. I can't admit that it changed something deep inside me.

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