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Avana could feel his hands gliding down her body. Even though she had never felt this way before, not with any man, she knew it was what she wanted. Whatever he was doing, she needed more of it. So much more.
She waved a red flag to the angry bull, rousing him to take what he wanted and more. Because stopping him was out of the question. Even if she could prevent this from happening, she did not wish to since it was beyond her control.
The pull between them was too great that fighting against it had been a futile effort. Now, all Avana wanted to do was indulge in the sensations he was creating by being in his arms.
"Please, take me." She knew what she was asking. She was also aware that she should not be doing this with him.
She should not give her body to this man because he was not her mate. But she could not stop the craving she felt for him. She wanted him to possess her, to claim her as his.