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        Shecouldfeelhishesitation—behindherclosedeyelids,hisbodyglowedwitharestlessorangeheat,flickeringandunstable.Hisreasonwasputtingupafinalfight.

        Sheshiftedagain,justenoughfortherestraintstobiteintoherwrists,chafingskinuntilitreddened.Alow,painedmoanslippedpastherlips,fragileandunbearablyhuman.

        Thatsoundwaslikeavelvethook,scrapingacrossthemostfragilestringinhisnerves.

        "You''reseducingme,"hesaid,voicehoarseandalreadyfrayingattheedges.

        Reyaopenedhereyes,lookingathimthroughdamplashes,hervoiceunexpectedlycalm.

        "Haven''tyoualwayswantedme?Theopportunityisrighthere.You''rekeepingmecaptive...don''ttellmeyouwon''tdoanything."

        Hishand,whichhadslippedbeneathherT-shirt,withdrewasthoughburned.

        Shelaughedlightly,thesoundlowandunhurried.Herhalf-liddedeyeslockinghisgaze,herfrailtyminglingwithalanguidprovocation.Theairaroundherseemedtothicken,likesomeslow-burningtoxinleechingfromherbody,curlingintohismarrow.

        Behindthegoggles,hiseyeswaveredforamoment.Someprimalinstinctwarnedhimofdanger.Yethervoice,herscent,thefeveredseductionetchedintohereverybreathandmovement,allofitpulledhiminlikesilkenthreads,bindinghim,dragginghimstepbysteptowardtheabyss.

        "...You''readamnsiren,"hemutteredunderhisbreath.

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