His words needy. His voice, soft. Pleading.
Something broke within me. My pulse stuttered.
Take me. Please.
The most powerful man in the world. Begging. For me.
A drumbeat pounded in my ear as I closed the distance between us. My hands found his chest. Sweaty. Warm. His heart raced beneath my palm.
Body jerked to my touch.
"Aurelia." His voice was wrecked. "I can't—I won't be gentle."
"I don't want gentle."
Something flickered in his eyes. Relief. Hunger. Surrender.
He crashed into me. Fast.
His lips found mine. Desperate. Consuming. His hands gripped my waist, lifted me. My legs wrapped around him.
The wall pressed against my back. His body pressed against my front.
Hard. Everywhere.
"Dane." His name left my lips like a prayer.
He groaned. Kiss deepened.
My breath seized as
