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couldn’t have.
    Looking down at her, he knew that wasn’t true. He could have her—he would have her. And he would want her again and again.
    Her lashes fluttered over her hesitant gaze, those beautiful eyes watching him.
    “I want to give you something.” The corners of her mouth perked up, the sparkle in her eyes showing how she interpreted his comment. “Oh. I’m going to give you that too, lady. But first…”
    “What?” She watched with curiosity when he reached for his belt, pulling the small bag free that held everything he’d been able to grab from Kopah before it burned to the ground.
    “This is for you.” He handed her the bills, half of the money he’d managed to get his hands on before fleeing his home. “In case we are separated, I want you to be able to take care of yourself.”
    Her gaze met his, emotion swarming in her gray orbs. She took a minute before reacting. “Thank you.”
    Accepting the stack of money he pressed in her hand, she rolled it up, then stuffed it in one of her pant’s pockets. “Do you think Poltar money will be good anywhere else?”
    Apparently she had given thought to what it might be like once they left their home. He would see to it that she was taken care of, but he wouldn’t offer false promises. “I have no idea.”
    She adjusted herself on the bedding, stretching her legs. Barely enough moonlight spread over her, but his eyes had adjusted enough to watch her silky white hair brush over her shoulder when she leaned her head back. He craved tasting the nape of her neck, exposed and easily accessed. His cock jerked at the thought of ripping her buttons off with his teeth.
    “Do you know what you are doing to me?” He took a strand of hair between his fingers, relishing the softness of it.
    That small grin he was starting to adore appeared. “What am I doing to you?”
    She leaned on her hands, but he took her wrist anyway, placing her hand over his hard cock. “This is what you do to me, Marla. Every time I’ve seen you, as long as I’ve known who you were. This is how you make me feel.”
    Her fingers pressed against his shaft, the slight pressure causing every muscle in his body to jerk, his need for her turning dangerous.
    She turned, facing him, her face flushed with curiosity. Those hesitant fingers wrapped around his cock, his pants preventing him from feeling her soft hand.
    “I need you, baby.” He tangled her hair around his fingers when he pulled her toward him. “You have no idea for how long.”
    “Why didn’t you tell me before?” Her whispered question, soft and caressing, matched the touch of her hand.
    “I thought you despised me.” It took a moment to focus on her face, her expression cautious, yet he detected willingness. “I needed to show you what the two of us have been missing.”
    “Show me some more.” Her invitation was all he needed to hear.
    His hands shook when he reached for her shirt, barely able to free the buttons before he simply ripped it from her body. In the darkness, the detail of her tattoos wasn’t as clear, but the contrast of the dark ornamentation next to her creamy white skin made her full round breasts stand out more. They were so soft, so full and round. He pulled her onto his lap, needing to taste her, knowing he had to have her closer to him before his blood boiled to a point of madness.
    He tasted one nipple, loving how the skin puckered against his lips.
    “Damn. Trev.” Her breath caught, her words lost in a gasp.
    He squeezed both breasts, pulling them close, pressing her nipples to his mouth, sucking on one and then the other. Her crotch was against his cock, the heat from her scalding him. He had to be inside her soon, had to experience what he’d been denied all these years.
    “Get out of your clothes.” He didn’t want to be rough. Her torture session had ended.
    “I want to see you this time.” She leaned back on the bedding, tugging at her pants.
    “Oh you will, lady. You are going