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Chapter 17
Jeremy prowled toward Isabella, crossing the cabin in three quick strides. Her back was turned toward him, and he knew she hadn’t prepared for his onslaught. He caught her shoulders in his hands, and she stilled beneath his touch, bracing a hand against the door for support.
Slowly, his hands slid over her, one resting on the delicate skin of her neck and the other cupping the side of one breast. She inhaled a sharp breath, and he eased her closer. The full curve of her ass pushed against the throbbing erection behind the fly of his jeans, and he growled, low and deep.
His words were a fevered whisper against her ear. “I want you, Isabella Beaumont. I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you, naked and about to steal my horse.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but her words caught on a gasp as his canines brushed against the delicate skin of her throat. He caressed her breast, massaging and kneading until the hardened peak of her
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Isabella shivered as Jeremy ran a hand down over her thighs. She was nude, spread wide before him, but he was still fully clothed. His gaze blazed a trail of heatthrough her as he admired her. As if she were a breathtaking sight down there. And the lights were still on…He could see every detail of her in full color. It should have mortified her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away. He seemed entranced by her, as if she were a moving work of art meant for him to touch, feel, taste. The surge of power that thrummed through her in response was addictive. He was going slowly, which she knew was solely for her pleasure; she’d felt how ready he was. He idly ran his fingers between the lips of her pussy. The movement was so casual yet intimate that she felt the build of arousal rising in her chest again. He touched her as if she were his, as if there were no restrictions between them and he found pleasure in every part of her.It’d ne
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“What?” Isabella’s eyes grew wide, and she surged forward against the ties.Jeremy had no doubt that if she’d been untied, she would have throttled him. It took every ounce of his strength and control to move this slowly, to ease her into it, but he needed this to be good for her. He wanted to take her rough and hard right now, pumping into her until the bed frame banged against the wall, but this was about her, not him.“That’s so unfair,” she breathed. Her hazel eyes narrowed into a glare as she shook her head at him. “You have to realize I have a hard time talking about… about that.”That was the whole point. Isabella needed to push her boundaries. He’d seen that in her from the very first time they’d met in the clearing. She didn’t care much for rules, especially the ones he set. It was what had drawn him to her from the start.But when it came to her sexuality, she was tim
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