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but
trouble. She had to get away.

    His hands locked against
her, holding her tight. She frowned at him, pushed against his
chest and then pleaded him with her eyes to let her go.

    “ Stay,” he
whispered and she stilled in his arms. There was such an earnest
look in his eyes and no trace of lust in his feelings. He wanted
her but it wasn’t empty desire feeding his hunger. She touched his
cheek, trying to decipher his feelings and needing the contact to
make them clearer. “I can protect you... whatever it is that you’re
running from, we can run together.”

    They were tempting words,
an alluring promise that spoke to her heart and provoked a
response. It told her to stay. He was strong. Perhaps he could
protect her.

    But he was
Lyran.

    She turned her head away
from him, needing to see something other than his face in order to
make her decision. He was too tempting, too handsome and powerful.
She closed her eyes. Could he really protect her? Could
anyone?

    She grabbed the bottle and
swigged it, needing the numbing affect to kill off the part of her
brain telling her that she was insane. He took the bottle from her
and she opened her eyes. He drank some and then leaned towards her.
She breathed in sharply when his tongue brushed her neck and he
kissed it. It sent tingles racing across her skin. Her eyes closed
again and she tilted her head back. His free hand tightened against
her upper back, supporting her as he kissed across her
chest.

    Her hand found his and she
took the bottle again. She drank another mouthful and then reached
out behind her and placed it down on the table.

    Even if he couldn’t
protect her, she still wanted this time with him.

    His mouth reached her
breasts and he made fast work of the laces holding her dress
closed. She stared at the ceiling with a wide open mouth as he
exposed her to the cool air of the room. His fingers grazed her
nipple as he pulled the material away and then she moaned when his
lips fastened around it. She arched into him, her hand settling
against the back of his head while her other one went to his shirt.
She wanted it off him. She wanted to see him and feel
him.

    She unbuttoned his shirt
and pushed the two sides apart, exposing his body. It was a
struggle to get him off her, but she shoved him until he gave up
and leaned back into the seat. Her eyes raked over his body. It was
stunning. Golden smooth skin stretched tight over pronounced
muscles that made her mouth water and her pussy throb.

    She didn’t care if he was
Lyran or a criminal or that she didn’t know him. This attraction
was too strong to ignore. She had to have him. It would ruin her,
but it didn’t matter. Perhaps if she was tainted by another man,
her father wouldn’t be able to give her to the highest bidder.
Perhaps no one but this man would want her then.

    She’d be happy if that
were the case.

    Her fingers traced down
his chest to his stomach and from there to his trousers. She
unbuckled them, ignoring his weak protests, and slid her hand
inside to find his hard cock. It was bigger than she’d imagined it
would be. The skin was silken and hot. She kept one hand against
his chest as she wriggled out of her underwear, having to shift
onto one foot at a time to get them off. It was a farce and she was
thankful he didn’t laugh at how ridiculous she must have looked.
His eyes never left her face.

    When she was free of her
underwear, she tugged his trousers down enough to release his cock.
It rested flat against his belly. She met his gaze and ran her
fingers down the length of it. His eyes darkened and narrowed. She
smiled, swallowed her nerves, and stroked it again. This time his
eyes rolled closed and he sighed.

    She’d been taught well
about how to pleasure a man but all that knowledge was rapidly
leaving her as she sat astride his legs, treading the fine line
between going forwards and running away. If she did this, she would
spoil herself. No man would want her. Her father would