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bulging in that arm. He pulled his hips back and slammed back into her.
    Again. Over and over. With every stroke he gave her, his face tightened, his muscles bulged, and untamed need blazed in him. “Now, Ginny,” he said in a voice so rough, it scraped over her nerves.
    She shattered into spirals of pleasure.
    Ram clamped down on her hip, riding her hard, a loud groan ripped from him as he slammed into her a final time and released. His faced filled with hot color, his chest heaved. For a brief second she thought she saw a flash of red streak across his chest.
    But then Ram let go of her hip, slid his arms under her back, and lifted her to cradle her against his chest, while he continued to pulse and jerk where he was buried deep inside her. Her body answered with aftershocks of pleasure while feeling his hard arms holding her safe against him. Even the shocks from his fingers had stopped.
    And Ginny let herself feel safe and cared for. Let herself know what that felt like for this one time.
    For it would be her last, she knew it deep in her soul.
    Chapter Five
    Ram looked down at the woman in his arms, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders and a soft glow shimmering in the air around her.
    She’d surprised the hell out of him. He’d known she was sexually innocent, yet she’d responded to him with wild passion.
    Even with the fucked up electrical charges running though him.
    She had liked the small zaps adding a little kick to her pleasure.
    His Ginny was strong, physically and mentally. And she’d come to him when he had needed her most, giving him the most pleasure, the most intense experience he’d never known. Yeah, he knew why she had done it, knew that she had engineered it. But her response to him had been as real as it gets.
    How the hell was he going to let her go? There was no future for them. Destiny had saddled him with half a soul, a witch who didn’t want him, and a pissed off thunderbird tattoo.
    Ram set Ginny on her feet, stepped back and forced himself not to look at her body, only her eyes. “You deserve better than this, Ginny. So much more than I can give you.” He hated that, but he wasn’t going to lie to her.
    The passion glaze in her eyes, and the flush on her face faded. She turned away, scooping up her clothes and dragging them on. Once dressed, she turned back to him, her gaze churning with conflict. “You don’t have to be nice, Ram. I set this up. Forced you to need me by sending you after those witches.”
    In spite of his resolve, he reached out and put his hand on her shoulder. No spark, he guessed sex had drained off the charge for a while. But he was more concerned about her and softened his voice. “I figured that out.” He couldn’t be mad at her for that, and admired her willingness to do what she had to. More importantly, he’d never regret the moments he’d spent with her in his arms. “I understand you did what you had to do to save your brother. But it’s going to be harder for us to stay away from each other now.” He forced himself to lower his hand, to stop touching her. “Harder for me, anyway.” God, how was he going to see her and not touch her?
    She shook her head. “My brother? Yeah, maybe that was the final straw. But I wanted you. I still want you.” She took a breath and said, “I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting you.” Her gaze slid down, then froze on his chest. She reached out and gripped his arm. “Ram. Look.” He dropped his gaze to the ink on his chest. He saw the familiar bronzed-colored thunderbird with his wings spread high and his eyes closed.
    But the streak of lightning was new, hadn’t been there when he stripped down and dove into the pool. What the hell?
    Ginny looked up at him. “I’ve seen your tat several times when you spar with Eli.” Looking back at the bird, she added, “This wasn’t there before we had sex.” She reached out, her slim finger touching the short, jagged red lines shooting out from one of the