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down to trace searing stripes with his tongue, from her neck down to her breasts. He slowly licked her nipples, compelling them to rise, compelling them to stiffen under his erotic touch. He sucked, fondled, and tasted her skin, using both lips and hands to arouse her erect buds.
    Sucked in a whirlpool of drifting and staggering sensations, Liv had never felt so intensely desired. His caresses driving her wild, she hung on to him, to this powerful man who carried her towards her most savage fantasies. In a flash, he laid her down on the bed.
    Rogan sat beside her. He trailed his hands all over her body, his eyes riveted to her nudity. He caressed her as if she was a long-awaited treasure, a beautiful pearl to be cherished.
    “Rogan, I want to see you.”
    Their eyes met. Liv could see a barrier in his, a careful protection from a concealed menace. She didn’t move, simply held his gaze. A man and a woman bound by the most natural law of the universe.
    Then he seemed to make up his mind. He stood up and undressed to reveal his muscular body, to display his beautiful, arrogant craving for her.
    Keeping her voice soft, eyes riveted on his hard-on, she raised her hand. “I want to touch you.”
    His body covered hers. Hungry, they united their mouths in a long, sensual kiss. Liv stroked his back, feeling rock-like muscles under her fingers. She lazily explored his skin, the luscious sensation of his manhood pressing on her belly. When her nails bit into the firmness of his buttocks, a quiver coursed through him.
    He groaned. A true male, he shifted his body, wanting domination. She was ready for him, feeling his hardness brush against her thighs, moving to her humid opening, fondling the delicate flesh with agonising slowness, holding back to the point where her need became an obsession, where she moaned to be roughly possessed.
    Overwhelming hunger gnawing at her raw senses, Liv coiled her legs around him. Following her instinctive move, he braced himself and pushed his head in her neck.
    “Please, Rogan. Oh, please!”
    At the sound of his whispered name, his whole body tensed. Abruptly, he rolled away from her to bury his face in the pillow. Although muffled, his words rang clear.
    “I’m sorry, I can’t. I thought I could, but I can’t. Not with you.”
    Numbness overcame her, like a defensive shroud safeguarding her mind from intense frustration, intense rejection, intense emptiness. Yet, above all this, she felt extremely hurt. Too hurt for blame. Much too hurt for anger.
    After a silent minute, he got up and put his pants on. No words would come out of her mouth when he turned round and watched the tears flowing down her cheeks. She must’ve been the very image of pain because the sight of her torment seemed too much for him to bear. On impulse, he knelt by her side, taking her hand in his. He looked distressed by an inner affliction he was dying to soothe.
    “We can’t do this.”
    Liv pushed his hand away. His mere touch inflaming the hurtful dismissal that couldn’t be quite shaken off, she covered herself up with the sheet, and closed her eyes to blot him out. The tears wouldn’t stop. But she had to observe him through her eyelashes.
    He clenched his fists, stood up and started pacing the room. The way he moved gave her the impression he felt completely at a loss.
    Sighing, Liv opened her eyes. “Tell me.”
    He didn’t have to ask what she wanted to know, did he? No, he had gone too far this time. Yet he looked reluctant to speak the truth. Why? For fear of devastating her? For fear of losing her? That didn’t make sense.
    “Tell me now.”
    “The last thing I want to do is hurt you. Making love to you would achieve exactly that.”
    “Why? I’m not made of glass.”
    “Because…” Rogan faltered. Pausing by the edge of the bed, he looked at her in a funny way. Like he feared she was about to flee? Sure, she couldn’t figure out his odd attitude, but she wouldn’t allow him to avoid a straight