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entrance, every muscle
in his body straining not to enter her until he had what he wanted. Until it
was only about them. "Tell me it's me."
    Catherine's face softened, and for
a second, he felt like she'd become some angel sent from the heavens, there was
so much beauty in her eyes. Then she cupped his face and pulled him closer.
"Ian Fitzgerald," she whispered. "It's only you."
    Yes. Rightness surged
through him and he plunged deep inside her.
     
    * * *
    Alice almost screamed from the
surge of emotions that filled her as Ian drove into her. Desire raged through
her, a passion so intense that her muscles were trembling, and she couldn't
breathe. And it was more than that. A sense of connection, of everything being
exactly as it was supposed to be. Of her finally finding that place she'd been
searching for her entire life.
    Ian grasped her hips and began to
move inside her, devouring her with kisses so passionate they reached deep
inside her and claimed her very core. Her hips twisted, trying to get him
deeper, churning up sensations that rippled through her, evoking such desire
she could barely even hold onto him.
    "I've got you,
sweetheart," he promised, his voice rough against her lips. "I won't
let you fall. Just let it go." Then he thrust deep, and she was lost to
him, opening herself to him on every level. Her heart, her soul, her body, her spirit.
Everything was for him. And it wasn't enough. She wanted more. She wanted him. She wanted it both ways. She wanted to feel his emotions, his desire, his
passion and his—
    Sudden lust flooded her, and she
gasped from the darkness that suddenly consumed her. Fierce, protective
passion. Ownership. Lust. And an aching despair so overwhelming it nearly tore
her soul apart. Ian's despair. She knew instantly that she was feeling Ian's
emotions, that he was pouring them into her exactly as she'd asked. There was
so much inside him. So much passion, so much strength, courage, and violence. He
was brimming with violence and darkness, the same kind that had tortured her
for so long, that haunted her at every turn.
    Demon violence.
    It was in him, thick and alive, and
fear began to ripple through her—
    "No." Ian broke the kiss,
and pulled back, stilling his hips as he met her gaze. "Feel what else is
inside me," he said. "That's not who I am."
    Alice began to tremble, but she
nodded, keeping her attention riveted to his face. His dark brown eyes, his
tousled hair, the whiskers on his jaw, the mouth that had kissed her so
passionately. It was a man who held her, not a monster. It was a man who had
brought her to life, not a demon who had stripped it from her. "It's all inside
you," she said. "The evil, and the good—"
    "No." He kissed her
again, a gentle, tender kiss that brought tears to her eyes as he began to move
his hips again, slow, seductive thrusts that began to curl sensual desire through
her again. "I'm a fucked-up mess," he said between kisses. "I'm
cursed, and I'm definitely not the kind of guy you'd take home to your mom, but
I'm not evil."
    She shifted her hips, unable to
keep from responding to the sensations he was evoking inside her with his slow,
seductive thrusts. "But there's demon inside you—"
    "No evil." He kissed her
again. "Don't keep me out, Catherine. Bring me into your soul. See who I
really am. Let me see who you really are. Let me find out your secrets, the ones
you can't tell me." Then he thrust again, deeper this time, and she
couldn't keep from gasping at the intense pleasure that cascaded through her.
    How could her body respond like
this if he was evil? It didn't make sense. It couldn’t happen. She shouldn’t be
feeling this way regardless of who he was— He thrust again, and a tremor shot
through her. An orgasm? "Dear God, Ian—"
    "Not God. Just me. But I'm
damned close." Then he took over her mouth again, and his kiss was more
than just passion, more than just desire. There was a tenderness to it that
made her throat tighten, a