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small black silk gown. An image of Tabitha in it seared him.
He couldn't breathe. Before he could think better of it, he pulled it close and let the cool silk caress his skin. He held it to his nose and inhaled her scent.
She is not for you .
It was true. He'd already killed one woman because he'd been foolish. He had no desire to retread that path.
He tucked the gown back beneath his pillow and forced himself to close his eyes.
But even then, he was haunted by images of a woman who should, by all reason, repel him and yet completely captivated and beguiled him.
Tabitha spent the rest of the day between her store and walking to the foot of the stairs where she forced herself to reverse direction and go back to business.
But she felt a horrible pull toward the Dark-Hunter who slept in her bed. It was stupid. He was an ancient warrior who didn't seem to even like her.
Yet his kiss had said something else. There for a few minutes, he had been as eager for her as she had been for him. He wasn't completely repulsed by her.
She waited until four, then went to wake him.
Opening the door slowly, she paused as she caught sight of him asleep. He lay with his back to her, but what made her stop was the fierce scars that crisscrossed his flesh. Those weren't battle scars. They were the kind of marks you would find on someone who had been beaten with a whip. Many times.
She couldn't take her eyes off it. Without thinking, she crossed the room and placed her hand on his arm.
He rolled over with a hiss and seized her.
Before she even realized what he was going to do, he had her on the bed beneath him, with his hand at her throat.
"Let go of me, Valerius, or I'm going to hurt you bad."
He blinked as if he were coming out of a dream. His grip loosened immediately. "Forgive me," he said as he lightly stroked her neck. "I should have warned you not to wake me by touch."
"You always assault people when you wake up?"
Valerius couldn't speak as he felt the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. In truth, he'd been dreaming of her. Only she had been in his world. Dressed in nothing but a pearl necklace and covered by rose petals.
She was incredibly beautiful. Her eyes were so blue. Her nose pert and her lips… they were the stuff of legends. Full and lush, they begged for his attention.
Before he could stop himself, he lowered his mouth to hers.
Tabitha moaned at the taste of Roman warrior. His kiss was tender and soft, a total antithesis to the steely feel of his body. It melted her as she wrapped her arms around his bare back and traced the scars she found there.
And she was all too aware of the fact that he was completely naked.
Valerius growled at the feel of her tongue lightly stroking his. Of her scent and soft curves wrapped around him. The denim of her jeans scraped against his flesh as she opened her legs and cradled him with those long, lush legs. She raked one hand through his hair, brushing it back from his face before she sank her hand deep and held him to her.
He lifted the hem of her sweater so that he could gently cup her breast through the satin of her bra. She moaned deep in her throat, a husky raw sound that sizzled through him.
As Tabitha had pointed out earlier to him, he'd spent far too many nights with women who had never reacted so openly to his touch. She ran her hands over his shoulders, then down to the small of his back.
All he could think of was taking her. Of sliding himself deep inside until they were both sated and weak.
As he fingered the front catch of her bra, a tiny shred of sanity reared its ugly head. She was not for him.
He pulled his hand away.
Tabitha cupped his head in her hands and pulled back. "I know what you are, Val. It's okay."
She took his hand into hers and led it back to her breast. She pushed the satin aside until he felt her hard, swollen nipple teasing his palm. He couldn't breathe as he cupped her soft breast. She was so warm, so welcoming that he found it
He couldn't breathe. Before he could think better of it, he pulled it close and let the cool silk caress his skin. He held it to his nose and inhaled her scent.
She is not for you .
It was true. He'd already killed one woman because he'd been foolish. He had no desire to retread that path.
He tucked the gown back beneath his pillow and forced himself to close his eyes.
But even then, he was haunted by images of a woman who should, by all reason, repel him and yet completely captivated and beguiled him.
Tabitha spent the rest of the day between her store and walking to the foot of the stairs where she forced herself to reverse direction and go back to business.
But she felt a horrible pull toward the Dark-Hunter who slept in her bed. It was stupid. He was an ancient warrior who didn't seem to even like her.
Yet his kiss had said something else. There for a few minutes, he had been as eager for her as she had been for him. He wasn't completely repulsed by her.
She waited until four, then went to wake him.
Opening the door slowly, she paused as she caught sight of him asleep. He lay with his back to her, but what made her stop was the fierce scars that crisscrossed his flesh. Those weren't battle scars. They were the kind of marks you would find on someone who had been beaten with a whip. Many times.
She couldn't take her eyes off it. Without thinking, she crossed the room and placed her hand on his arm.
He rolled over with a hiss and seized her.
Before she even realized what he was going to do, he had her on the bed beneath him, with his hand at her throat.
"Let go of me, Valerius, or I'm going to hurt you bad."
He blinked as if he were coming out of a dream. His grip loosened immediately. "Forgive me," he said as he lightly stroked her neck. "I should have warned you not to wake me by touch."
"You always assault people when you wake up?"
Valerius couldn't speak as he felt the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. In truth, he'd been dreaming of her. Only she had been in his world. Dressed in nothing but a pearl necklace and covered by rose petals.
She was incredibly beautiful. Her eyes were so blue. Her nose pert and her lips… they were the stuff of legends. Full and lush, they begged for his attention.
Before he could stop himself, he lowered his mouth to hers.
Tabitha moaned at the taste of Roman warrior. His kiss was tender and soft, a total antithesis to the steely feel of his body. It melted her as she wrapped her arms around his bare back and traced the scars she found there.
And she was all too aware of the fact that he was completely naked.
Valerius growled at the feel of her tongue lightly stroking his. Of her scent and soft curves wrapped around him. The denim of her jeans scraped against his flesh as she opened her legs and cradled him with those long, lush legs. She raked one hand through his hair, brushing it back from his face before she sank her hand deep and held him to her.
He lifted the hem of her sweater so that he could gently cup her breast through the satin of her bra. She moaned deep in her throat, a husky raw sound that sizzled through him.
As Tabitha had pointed out earlier to him, he'd spent far too many nights with women who had never reacted so openly to his touch. She ran her hands over his shoulders, then down to the small of his back.
All he could think of was taking her. Of sliding himself deep inside until they were both sated and weak.
As he fingered the front catch of her bra, a tiny shred of sanity reared its ugly head. She was not for him.
He pulled his hand away.
Tabitha cupped his head in her hands and pulled back. "I know what you are, Val. It's okay."
She took his hand into hers and led it back to her breast. She pushed the satin aside until he felt her hard, swollen nipple teasing his palm. He couldn't breathe as he cupped her soft breast. She was so warm, so welcoming that he found it
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