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“I mean you,” he breathed against her neck.

“So sweet and fresh. So infinitely innocent. And yet here”—he reached between their bodies to run a hand down her breastbone and on to her belly—“deep inside your soul you crave the darkest of passions.”

Adrian slid a hand down her backside, and drew her pelvis tightly to his with a confident yank.

He ignored her squeak of protest and covered her mouth with his…