She mesmerized him like an ancient goddess. He’d been with some of the most beautiful, sought after women in all of England, yet never in his life had a woman held him captive like this. It had everything to do with the way she whispered his name, the way she smiled, and the things that ran through her head as she talked of her dreams. She was not just a warm body to bed. Emily was infinitely more to him. She was real.
He moved his hands up to cup her face, then tilted her head back and plundered her trembling mouth, then dragged her closer to him.
He held her, the heat of her both arousing and soothing. The last thing he wanted was to frighten her, yet here he was ripping her clothes and growling like a damned wolf. His need to have her, to make her his was fast overriding rational sens
