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“What…” She stammers, glancing down again at my violent erection. “What do you want to do to me?”

Here I go, baring my fangs and heart for you.

“Everything,” I growl. “I want you wet. Open. Taking. Shaking. Hot. Sweating. Squirting. Dripping and bloody. I want you covered in my cum, and screaming my name, and fucking loving it.”

“Fuck,” she sighs, her shaking hand grabbing my table.

“Yes,fuck, that’s what I crave to do to every sweet, tight hole you have, Ruby. So fucking hard and so many times.” We stand inches apart, my nose almost touching hers. “Trustthat I’m being honest about how much I want you, so you’ve been warned.”

“You’re saying you’re going to attack me?”

“Only if you want me to.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be.”

She scoffs, “Okay, my name’s not Bella, and you’re not Edward. We’re not red flags and teenage vampires. We’re adults. So, what are you saying, Axel? You have a primal kink, and you want my consent?”

Fuck, she’s beautiful when she’s blunt. “Yes, but I want your trust even more. I’ll never fuck you without it.”

“What makes you think I want to fuck you?”

“Do you?”

I freeze while she burns right in front of me. I don’t want her to see how I’m holding my cold heart in my shaking hand for her. How this will hurt like hell if she says no.

The other women? They weren’t a fight.

But Ruby is. She’s a war I won’t lose.

“Maybe,” she teases, but it’s tender. “But maybe you’re not my type.”

“Touché. A primal fuck is an acquired kink.”

“How did you acquire it?”

“I metyou.”

I let her search my eyes and see it’s not a lie. I hide so many truths, but my feelings for her are my most vulnerable ones.

“I met you,” I confess, “and I met my equal. You stopped my fucking heart and you became mine—the woman Iwillhave.”

It’s like she can’t breathe, she can’t believe it.

But she can feel it.

I brush my thumb over her plump bottom lip, making her softly gasp.

“But I want more than to fuck you, Ruby.” I can’t stop myself. I can’t stop this feeling. “I want to catch you and for you to want me inside of you. I want your trust. I want everything you have because I’m not a man who settles for less. But you need to earn my trust, too. You’re a wildfire. You get hot and burn out of control, and we can’tlosecontrol in my world. It’s too deadly. But once we trust each other, imagine how we can burn …together.”

She softly shakes her head. “I’ll never trust you.”

“Maybe not. But you want me, don’t you?”

Her body trembles, goosebumps blooming over her creamy flesh. Yes, she wants this. She’s a runner; I’m a chaser. We’re a true pair.

“So be my brave little Wildfire and tell me...” I urge my thumb against her lips, penetrating their seam. “Is your pussy wet from my chase?”

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