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“Enter.”

My hand slipped around the doorknob, and I opened the last barrier between Edward and me.

It had been almost a fortnight since the fire, and all trace of it had been extinguished. No smoke lingered in the air. No charred quilt lay in the center of the room. Only warm light and the spicy male scent that marked this as Edward’s domain filled the space.

Taking a deep breath, I willingly slipped into the lion’s den and closed us inside.

I didn’t see him at first. I glanced around the room, which looked completely different from the place I’d spent curled up in an armchair with the window open. The room itself was rather large, its walls clad with the same oak paneling of the adjoining study and library. Landscape paintings and portraits of grand men with their hounds and horses dotted where they may, and a large tapestry hung to the right of the king-sized bed. The furniture was a mix of modern and antique—a flat-screen television was mounted over the fireplace, and a laptop sat on the gilded coffee table—and it made the air feel homely.

I gasped as a strong arm wrapped around my waist and turned me around, my cry swallowed by the force of a set of very male lips on mine. Edward held me close, devouring me as if he’d been starving for my touch, barely breaking from me to take a breath.

“You taste like bourbon,” he murmured, licking his lips. “Did you have fun, Jane?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “Though I couldn’t still knowing I was to come to you.”

“That pleases me.”

“Does it?”

“Your delicate body pleases me, Jane. To have tasted your arousal and felt it as I entered you gives me great satisfaction.” His grasp tightened. “To have your wild spirit around my manhood is one of the keenest pleasures I have ever known.”

I shivered, his wicked words delighting me. I moved against him, and feeling how hard he was through his linen trousers, I sighed.

“Do you want me, Jane?” he asked, his voice tight with restraint.

“Yes.”

“Do you want to feel me inside your body? Do you want me to give you pleasure?”

“I would take you whole, Edward,” I replied.

His stormy eyes darkened into a typhoon, and his palms rubbed my breasts through my blouse, his forefinger and thumb pinching my hardened nipples.

“I would do wicked things to you, Jane,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Such wicked depravities of the flesh, but I’m afraid you would fly away.”

“I think about all the ways I could take you,” I murmured, arching into his touch.

Edward stilled and ran his palm over my breast and curled his fingers around my neck. He didn’t tighten his grip, but knowing he could snap me in two if he desired, had my heart beating wildly.

“Stand there,” he commanded, letting me go as suddenly as he’d taken me. “Let me see you.”

He undressed me with dexterous hands, ridding me of my clothing, then cast his aside until we stood naked before one another.

It was the first time I’d seen him completely exposed before me, and I wasn’t disappointed. My attraction to him only grew as I placed my hands on him, and he placed his on me. Our caresses deepened as he laid me on his bed. My wetness grew, and his hardness pressed against me, demanding to be let inside.

Opening my legs to him, he entered me just as roughly as he had in the forest, our bodies joining with a slap.

“Jane,” he said with a moan. “You feel so tight, do you know that? It feels so good to me…”

Pleasure rolled through my body at his words, and I tightened my muscles, extracting another moan from his lips. He moved above me, stroking in and out, his mouth brushing against mine and our breath mingling.

“You…” he muttered. “I need you, Jane.”

“I’m here,” I replied, thrusting to meet him. “Edward…”

His touch became fevered, his desperation apparent as he took solace in my body. There was nothing at this moment to suggest it came from love or caring, but I felt his pleasure so completely that I didn’t care why he sought me out so, only that he did.