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snake around his head. He felt her mouth open wider, bolder, as she yearned for a second breath , but he didn’t want to break contact with her. The beast within him wanted her to breathe him...to scent him...to be his. Finally breaking contact, he released her lips, and silently roared, as he bounded back up the stairs and into her apartment.
    Like he owned the place, he marched into her bedroom and gently placed her down on her bed. Still cradled in his arms he leaned his body over hers. This time when he kissed her he did it the Titan way. With eyes wide open, he watched as pleasure surpassed pain. Her face flushed with desire.
    Plunging his tongue over and over into her mouth , he devoured her. She answered his thrust with her own, arousing him further. Her arms clasped his head, caused his breathing to quicken and his blood to boil. Savagely, he pushed her back onto the bed. He cupped her breasts boldly, then used his hands to push her shirt up. And still he kissed her, not wanting to break the feel of her lush lips that molded to his perfectly.
    Her fingers snaked through his hair, and he growled deep in his throat. Reality would come back to him in a second, he thought, as he finally broke contact with her lips. Undoing her bra, he pushed aside the flimsy material and wetted his lips in anticipation of devouring the peaked dark rose buds that were tight with pulsing desire. It was then he realized her hands had stilled and her eyes were wide open. She stared up at him with innocence and wonder.
    And he hated her. Hated her for having this power over him. Hated her for not being able to accommodate his Titan nature. And more than anything, he hated himself for taking advantage of her, again.
    Growling he moved off her. Backed away from her lush body and forced his breathing to normal. “Like I said we are bound together. I hope you have learned your lesson.” He marched out of the bedroom, barely controlling his passion.
    Kassandra felt lightheaded. What the hell happened ? The rational part of her brain told her this couldn’t be happening to her, while the irrational part said it not only could, it was .
    But how? How on earth could she be bound to him? To that Greek warrior out there, who was prowling like an angry beast around her living room? One minute she’d been confident that once she got her coffee and waited a bit that he’d be gone and then, whammo! Pain like she had never experienced before had consumed her. Then a feeling of bliss had settled over her body as a warm, tingly feeling made its way from her toes to her head.
    That was when she ’d realized she was kissing him. Madly kissing him. Kissing him like her life deepened on it. And maybe it had. Because kissing him made her feel better. Much better. But the feel of his hands on her breasts had awakened something else within her. She wanted him. Wanted every inch of him. She had looked up at him and wondered at this strange, unfamiliar feeling crashing like waves in the pit of her stomach. Gone was the passionate lover and in its place was a stranger whose eyes were like nothing she had ever seen before. Something feral, wild and untamed loomed deep within him. And she wanted it. Wanted him. A man she didn’t know. A man, she knew to the bone, was going to ruin her life.
    Now, more than anything she should run far away from him. The shocking reality was she couldn’t. Somehow she knew he was telling the truth about their being bound together by the book. But why? Why would she be bound to him? And who exactly was he? Because he sure as hell wasn’t normal. Normal men didn’t pop naked out of a book. Normal men didn’t ooze sex like he did. And normal men didn’t make her feel like this. Wanton and wild. She wet her lips with her tongue and took a steadying breath. Vaguely she recalled thinking last night that she wanted prince charming to come and rescue her from her boring life.
    Darius my prince charming. What a sick joke.
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