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Think, Guardian, think! This
wasn’t a matter of life or death like he’d been confronted to in the past, but
somehow it took the same gigantic proportions in his mind. He needed this to be
perfect, because she was worth it and she was his.
    His to love and cherish.
    His to caress and pleasure.
    His to make scream so loud the whole town
would hear his name on her lips.
    “Fuck it,” he finally snapped. He pushed her
backwards until she hit the desk. Before she could say anything, he grabbed his
shirt’s lapels and tugged, sending buttons flying everywhere. He didn’t pause,
barely blinked as he toed his boots off and popped his pants open. Determined
to get naked as fast as possible, he threw his clothes over his head, uncaring
where they fell and in what condition. He was entirely focused on her and what
he would do to her, with her.
    “Drake?”
    He shook his head, knowing that if he spoke
now he was going to regret it for the rest of his life. He was out of control.
He felt out of control, unable to mask his needs and urges, unable to deny his
passion for her. It felt like love, except he couldn’t fall in love. He didn’t
want to, even!
    The Guardian in him rose his head, wondering
if someone somewhere had put a spell on them. It was possible with the way he
was reacting. Was that why he could hear her thoughts? Why the link was so
freaking strong between the two of them?
    The questions whirled in his head but his
body kept moving. He climbed onto the desk and lied down, never flinching at
the unrelenting hardness against his back. He motioned her over, but she was too
slow for him. He grabbed her hands and pulled her up, ignoring her shriek. He
made her straddle his thighs, positioning her right where it felt good. Right
where he needed her.
    “Take me,” he growled.
    She obeyed him, to the letter…

 
    Chapter Eight
     
    “Do not share it lightly, or you will bring
Darkness to your own.”
    Ambrotos (Translation by Jessica James)
     
    She’d been shaky after their encounter on the
desk but she’d managed to put her clothes back on and her stuff back into
order, finding her pad and assorted pens scattered across the floor. Drake had
found his usual chair but he’d dressed far more slowly than her, his naked
chest doing things to her as she’d tried to get back to her work. She’d forced
herself to forget how he’d feel underneath her, how much pleasure he’d brought
her.
    He was an amazing lover, pushing her further
and further until she felt as if she was going to snap in two. She gulped and
tucked her notepad under her arm, following him out of the library.
    “How many sentences did you complete?”
    So, he’d noticed what she’d been doing.
“Three. A whole paragraph.”
    He drew in a sharp breath, his eyes intent on
her as they stepped onto the sidewalk. “You know what that means, don’t you?”
    She nodded. “I’m yours for the night.”
    He smirked. “Already decided, have you?”
    “I want you,” she confirmed. “And this time,
we’ll be on a bed.”
    “Decided about that too?”
    She laughed, his smile contagious. “Yes. Is
that a problem?”
    “No, no problem. Now, let’s see how fast you
can eat because as soon as we’re in my house, all bets are off, baby.”
    She didn’t comment, simply followed him to
the pizzeria. It wasn’t as if there was anything else open in this town. They
could have gone straight to his house and cooked something, but she knew he
would’ve forgotten about food as soon as they’d closed the door behind them.
No, it was better to eat out and then reconvene to his house.
    Flutters echoed in her stomach, and she
licked her lips. This was madness! They’d only had sex a few hours
earlier, but it felt as if they hadn’t touched each other in weeks. Months.
Years. He was addictive. He was hers.
    His arm looped around her waist as they
walked, her feet faltering a little at the PDA. Who’d have thought someone like
him would be so open about his