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The heat in his gaze made her breath catch. This was… his beast. She subconsciously pulled her lower lip in and his gaze dropped to it. She noticed the way his throat had bobbed and he flicked his eyes up back at her. Her heart skipped twice and she gripped the bedsheets to hold herself from grabbing his back– his bare back that glistened with sweat underneath the dim light. A head of sweat raced down his hairline and dropped on her exposed neck. She could hear the cracking of bones above her head where his hands had her caged between them.

Was he fighting for control or what?

“What are you doing, slave?” His voice was low and thick, hoarse and filled with undefined want. Want for her. Her thighs clenched as the vibration of pleasure, one that was definitely not hers, cascaded down her body. Her toes tightened to still herself. If she was careful she would wrap them around him. She swallowed hard at the intensity in his eyes.

“I asked a question,” He reminded her, his eyes staring deep