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At what point is this constant craving for him going to be assuaged? I’ve

had him multiple times in the past twenty-four hours and could still go
another round…or three. “Is it wrong to wish we’d had time to finish?”

“Not sure I’ll ever be finished.” He rises, every plane of his body

caressing mine on the way up. “I’m way too fucking greedy when it comes
to you.”

He slants his head over mine and blurs out the rest of the world with a

slow, luxurious kiss. His tongue slides between my parted lips to glide
against mine like he has absolutely no other plans for the day but to

memorize every corner of my mouth.

My entire body flares to life, then starts to simmer when he kisses a path
down my throat. He palms my waist, pulling my curves flush with his hard

angles, and I’m nothing but heat and need. My heart pounds so hard, it
sounds like wingbeats in my ears. Gods, I’ll never get enough of this.

He groans, one hand sliding to my ass. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

I wind my arms around his neck. “I was thinking you are exactly as I
predicted the first time you took me in my room.”

“Oh yeah?” He draws back, curiosity sparking in his eyes. “And what
exactly was that?”

“A very dangerous addiction.” My gaze skims over the silver line of his

scar, the thick lashes so many women would kill for, and over the bump in
his nose to that perfectly sculpted mouth. I’ve already told him that I love

him, so it’s not like I’m keeping secrets over here. Hell, compared to him,

I’m an open book. “Impossible to sate.”
His eyes darken. “I’m going to keep you,” he promises, just like he did

last night. Or was it this morning? “You’re mine, Violet.”

I lift my chin. “Only if you’re mine.”
“I’ve been yours for longer than you could ever imagine.” As if the words

untether him, he clutches the nape of my neck and kisses me long and hard,
stealing every breath, every thought beyond the sweep of his tongue and the