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to protect the vulnerable is as strong as Callie s own. Their desire is as inevitable as it is frightening, for
only by looking deep within each other will they find the strength to free them all from an unspeakable evil.
Warning: This title contains explicit sex.
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Instead of replying, or even responding to her statement, his gaze dropped to her mouth. His hand slid
over her shoulder, across to her neck; fingers forked up into her hair and made a fist to anchor her head so
she couldn t move. His mouth was a mere breath from hers.
I m going to kiss you, Callie. He watched for her reaction and she didn t know if she was supposed
to give a verbal yes, or not. He must have seen something to encourage him. She thought he would kiss like
before: sudden, deep, all his for the taking.
His lips brushed hers and before she could protest his leaving, he returned, caught her lower lip
between his gentle teeth, scraped it lightly. Like the end of this morning s kiss, but this was a beginning. A
noise rose from her throat, in question, in desire, and with the fist that held her hair in his grip, he angled
her head.
God, he said, a guttural sound, before his mouth covered hers, forcing her mouth open, stroking her
tongue with his. He tasted of mint and chocolate and Dev; and she tried to welcome him though all she
could do was accept as he devoured her. She d been kissed before and hadn t much liked it, hadn t liked the
invasion. Dev was different, demanding, yes, but focused on her. His large hand splayed across her back,
between her shoulder blades, and pushed her flush against him so they had full-body contact. The flood of
sensation, from his talented mouth she had never felt so thoroughly kissed, his tongue demanding hers to
dance, then withdrawing to explore her lips before delving in again to the warmth of his body pressed
against hers.
She actually went weak in the knees.
As she sank against him, he cupped the back of her head, holding her in that kiss, while the other arm
wrapped around her waist, anchoring her to him. He slid his hand under her T-shirt and clasped her ribs, his
palm and fingers warm against her skin.
His tongue released hers, and he retreated to nibble her lips. He kissed across her jawline and
descended to her neck where he sucked at the sensitive skin there. Her throat vibrated, half-groan, half-
purr, all pleasure. As he kissed across her collarbone, he said, Callie, Callie. I want us to make love.
He pulled back sharply then, as if to give himself a shake, and she reached for him, hands on his
shoulders, scared he would go away. She couldn t stand it, couldn t take being released by him now.
He eyed her while he raised his hands to rest upon hers. For a terrible moment, she feared he was
going to remove her hold on him, return to that don t touch manner he sometimes projected. Instead, he
caressed the backs of her hands, feather-soft strokes of his fingertips over her knuckles, between her
knuckles and, most sensitively, between her fingers. She trembled in reaction, amazed that her hands could
react to his touch so. A warmth gathered in her belly.
He did lift her hands off, but linked fingers with his and brought their arms down together, pulling her
up against him again. Perhaps he too craved touch despite his& She bit her lip.
What, Callie?
Earlier you said you weren t interested in sex.
He stiffened and she closed her eyes, wishing the thought hadn t flitted through her mind, wishing she
could have lied or at least fobbed him off with a nothing , though it was important to her that she be
honest with Dev.
She rested her face against the crook of his neck and willed him not to push her away after her
reminder. When she kissed him, he shuddered. They were soft, almost chaste kisses, not like his that had
ravaged her neck.
He brought her arms behind her, clasped both wrists in one large hand, while with his other, he
pressed a palm against the small of her back. Her belly felt him hard against her. Aroused.
That made her smile into his neck.
Look at me, he demanded, so she tilted her head back to meet his gaze. You like that, that you ve
made me hard, that you ve made me want you?
Yes. She struggled a little, which resulted in her writhing against him, but he didn t release her
arms. Lifting his free hand to her face, he held her gaze to his, palm on her cheek. With the pad of his
thumb, he traced the bone just under her eye, traced her cheekbone, then ran that thumb over her lips.
You re beautiful.
It made her breathe faster, these words, these intense caresses, this attention. He trailed fingers down
her neck to the swell of her breast. He was watching her very carefully as he lightly palmed her breast and
her sensitive nipple began to ache.
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Dobre pomysły nie mają przeszłości, mają tylko przyszłość. Robert Mallet
De minimis - o najmniejszych rzeczach.
Dobroć jest ważniejsza niż mądrość, a uznanie tej prawdy to pierwszy krok do mądrości. Theodore Isaac Rubin
Dobro to tylko to, co szlachetne, zło to tylko to, co haniebne.
Dla człowieka nie tylko świat otaczający jest zagadką; jest on nią sam dla siebie. I z obu tajemnic bardziej dręczącą wydaje się ta druga. Antoni Kępiński (1918-1972)
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