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body. What he eventually would do to her body.
    Rowan kissed him back with just as much hunger. Her hands flattened on his chest, satin fire stroking over his skin. Her fingers curled, her nails digging into him. He nipped her bottom lip, then drew it into his mouth. He swallowed her moan, and gave back one of his own when her nails scratched over his nipples. He sucked at her tongue and let her push him down flat on his back and straddle him, her willing captive. He ached to feel her under him, but the chains weren’t long enough.
    He was angry; at fate for putting him in this situation, at himself for needing to touch, and at Rowan for tasting so fucking sweet. His mouth slid to her cheek, down the long column of her throat. Her breath hitched, and he chuckled darkly. He nibbled the sensitive spot where her shoulder met her neck, and she cried out in pleasure.
    His balls tightened. A primal instinct howled in his head, in his soul. He hadn’t asked for her, but Great Dragon, she was in his arms and in his blood like a fire. She was his, and he needed to see the proof of what he was feeling.
    Unable to stop himself, he bit down on her shoulder, hard; piercing tender flesh, stopping just short of bone. She screamed and arched against his bound body, the soft globes of her breasts pressing against his pounding heart, and her body began to shake. He tasted her blood, and the hormone released in his saliva that would mark her as his. She would forever carry the scar he was leaving in her soft skin. It would always be a deep purple, the color of their merged auras. When the time was right, she would be able to mark him as well. His mind insisted that she may leave him in the end if they ever escaped, but his Dragon had other plans. The need to mark her was entrenched in his very DNA. It was an automatic response and while they were locked up here, he had no way of fighting the demands of his people. Yesterday the very idea would have driven him mad, but today with her in his arms it was a different story.
    She was shuddering against him, pressing her pussy against his hard thigh and rubbing relentlessly against his cock where it strained against the fly of his jeans. It hurt. Aidan knew it hurt being marked, but the pain bled into a pleasure beyond anything known to humankind. He’d marked his mate, and she was coming apart all over him; coming in an endless cascade of pleasure.
    It was too much. The taste of her, her scent. The thought of her marking him, her sharp little teeth on his chest, over his heart. With a strangled roar against her skin, Aidan exploded, his seed shooting hard against his jeans. Insane, dark pleasure swamped him as he pumped up into the cradle of her thighs, loosing pulse after pulse of hot cum.
    He wanted to blame it on his physiology but he couldn’t, not really. While the bonding would make it impossible to ever take another female, it wasn’t necessary for his heart to play along. Feeling her on him, the way she felt so damn perfect in his arms told him he wanted to be with her and only her. She owned him now and he was oddly warmed by it.
    He knew, he thought dazedly, he knew he would impregnate her as soon as she was fertile.
    Before that happened, he would have to tell her of their marriage. She had the right to know. And even though neither of them had had a choice in their bonding, he would not take the choice from her when it came to carrying his baby.
    He lifted his mouth from her shoulder reluctantly and placed his forehead against hers. Her eyes met his, dark and fathomless. Her lips were swollen and red. He wanted to bite them. Pulling back, he smiled weakly. “Rowan, we have to have a serious talk.”

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    “Bravo, bravo,” praised a loud male voice from the door. Rowan’s head swung around and she flinched as her father strolled through the doorway. She’d been so engrossed in the feel of Aidan that she hadn’t even heard the door open.
    Slowly she climbed off him,