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Оглавление“Cold?” Maks purred, pushing even closer. “Let me warm you.”
“I’m not co—” But Gillian wasn’t allowed to finish the thought.
His mouth covered hers in a kiss that demanded full submission and reciprocation.
Her body—the same body that had shied away from his every touch—now capitulated without a single conscious thought on her part. She sank into him while her mouth softened under his, allowing him immediate access to the interior.
Like the marauder his ancestors had been, he took advantage, his tongue seeking hers out with sensual intent. The hand on her throat slid down to her shoulder and then lower.
His triumphant growl was both animalistic and unbearably exciting.
This man might have all the urbanity expected of a prince on the outside, but underneath beat the heart of a ruthless Cossack. He wanted nothing less than everything.
