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mindless by brutal pleasure. Grunting, he returned his mouth to the top of her sex and drove fingers of his other hand into her pussy.
    She exploded. Cracked down the middle and splintered.
    Maybe she blacked out. Maybe she died for a few moments before resurrecting to a world re-forged and reshaped by ecstasy. Trembling with tiny mewls clawing at her throat, she came back to herself, her skin as sensitive and raw as a newborn.
    Slowly, the shudders eased, her breath softening, leveling out. Only then did she realize the soft brush of lips over her belly. Back and forth. From one side of her stomach to the other.
    Oh God .
    She blinked, sudden moisture stinging her eyes. With a Herculean effort, she forced her arms beside her rather than crossing them over herself, guarding herself from the tender caresses that threatened to break her in a way his fierce passion and eroticism hadn’t.
    Her stretch marks.
    He was kissing her stretch marks.
    She swallowed a sob. Of course he would notice. That perceptive, intense stare didn’t miss anything. Neither did he ask her anything. Just worshipped the pale, silvery lines left behind by her pregnancy. Just like the scars that marked his body, permanent reminders of the life she’d lost.
    The mattress shifted as Rion stood, leaving her shivering. Moments later, a warm, heavy blanket covered her. She didn’t open her eyes, not ready to meet any questions that might be in his. Even when the click of the room door opening then closing reached her, she still kept them squeezed shut.
    His searing brand of passion had consumed her. Yet, it was his gentle, almost…loving affection afterward that left her in ashes.
    She’d agreed to Rion’s terms of walking away after this one night together.
    But for the first time since entering the club, she wondered if she would be whole when she did.

Chapter Six
    Harper didn’t know how much time passed since Rion left the room. Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Lying under the cover he’d spread over her before leaving, she watched the door, instinct deep within assuring her he would return. That they weren’t through for the evening.
    But what would he want when he reentered? More sex? Or answers. Please, God, don’t let it be answers. Tonight was supposed to be about liberating herself, not unburdening her soul. Rion wasn’t a dumb man; he would’ve grasped the significance of the stretch marks. But she didn’t speak about Carlie to anyone. Not her parents and not even the grief support group. And here, in this bed, with her emotional skin so thin, so vulnerable, she couldn’t discuss her baby with him.
    Sighing, she sat up, dragging her tangled hair away from her face. A delicious lethargy from the apocalyptic orgasm dragged at her limbs. Without conscious thought, she rubbed her stomach, the phantom caress of Rion’s lips still haunting her. She trembled, still feeling the whisper of his hair across her skin…
    The door opened on a hushed whoosh . Rion’s tall, wide-shouldered frame filled the entrance, his gray gaze immediately finding her on the bed. Black hair tumbled around his face, brushing the dark strands framing his mouth and shadowing his jaw. A knot of lust pulled tight in her stomach, heat winding through her. Just one glance at his masculine beauty, and she reverted to the school girl who’d secretly wanted to pet and stroke him.
    So focused on Rion, she didn’t notice the figure enter the room behind him. As tall and big as Rion, and light to his dark. Pale blond, closely cut hair. Stark, strong facial bones and a hard but full slash of a mouth that possessed an almost cruel slant. And wolf eyes.
    Sasha Merchant.
    She jerked her attention back to Rion, who studied her with a hooded stare. Silence permeated the room, the only sound her increasingly rapid, shallow breaths. Understanding dawned, creeping past her shock.
    “What’s your safe word, Harper?” Rion murmured, stalking closer. Sasha remained near the door, and she