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tolerated and she just stepped over the line.
    We glare at one another for several minutes until Peter steps through the doors and alerts us of the car.
    Her eyes soften and turn melancholy as she turns from me and follows Peter to the awaiting car.
    My anger still ragi ng, I stare out the window and focus on the sounds around me to dissipate the intensity.
    A couple i s fighting in a nearby park. She screams at him about money and where he has been squandering their savings. I smirk. I guess everyone has fucking issues with money and how it’s spent.
    By the time we reach the apartment the distance between her hand and me is agonizing. I reach over and cup it brushing the soft skin of her knuckles.
    She sighs and turns her head to me. “I’m still mad.” She huffs. “But it just feels so good when you touch me.” She murmurs.
    “I know, for me too. I don’t like being near you and not touching you. It’s not a feeling I’m familiar with but I know that when I touch you everything else fades away.”
    A big tear forms on her lower eye lid and I watch as it cascaded down her flawless skin trapping the tiny hairs of her face as it treks lower and drops to her sweater.
    I trail my thumb over the area and bring it back to my lips to taste her tears. It is a small gesture that means so much to the both of us. At that moment I feel her pain and it’s something I’ve never experienced. I hate the way it takes over every particle and makes me feel…helpless.
    She wraps her other hand in mine. “Do you think I could kiss you right here?” She asks placing her finger to my cheek.
    I suck in a deep breath wondering if I can handle the contact. Finally I nod slightly and she leans over to place a tender kiss to my face. But her smell intoxicates me. The softness of her lips and the desire radiating through her body makes me feverish.
    I grip her face in my hands and seal my lips over hers. I wait a moment to allow the pleasure to resonate before I part her lips with my tongue.
    The effect i s explosive. My senses go into hyper overdrive. The feel of her tongue and her skin under my sensitive fingers is enough to blow the top of my head off.
    She threads her fingers through my hair. The feeling is indescribable. I know I am wanted for something other than my sexual allure with, Adonia. She craves my mind and my abilities above the sensual side.
    But at this moment I’ve never wanted anything more. I want all of her. I want her as a mate, a lover and a partner. I want her to be mine.
    She breaks the kiss this time and we are both wracked brainless. The desire pulsing through her veins is enough to catapult me from the car pulling her behind me.
    I d on’t stop at the spare rooms; I lead her directly to my bedroom—the place that no woman had ever been. My haven.
    She grips my hand tight. I turn to see fear in her eyes. She i s scared but so am I. I’ve been with women before in a sexual way but it’s been so long removed from my life.
    “Trust me.” I say staring into her eyes.
    She leans against my touch and nods. I pull her to the bathroom and turn on the tap watching the water cascade into the deep basin. Her eyes constrict with many different emotions, but finally, she smiles and squeezes my hand.
    It’ s my turn to be nervous because I’ve never had a bath with a woman. The horrible doubt of my self-control nearly consumes me. If I ever hurt her it would devastate me.
    She places her hands gently on my shoulders and in a tender gesture she rises to the tips of her feet and kisses me lightly on the lips.
    I pull back and smile at her. She shocks me in every way.
    As the tub grows fuller I raise my hands to her sweater, asking permission before I pull it over her head. The sight of her full breasts makes my cock hard against my thigh.
    I c an feel her heart sprint in her chest then the chemicals saturate her blood. Her thighs began to tremble and I smell her arousal seep through her panties. I grasp her face and