If you like music while you're reading, try "Run to You" by Lea Michelle. That's the song I was listening to while writing this chapter!
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~ LHARS ~
Lhars grasped at her, pulling her tight against him—too rough, he told himself. Be gentle. Show more than just the instinct to own her.
But… holy shit… he wanted to possess her, to paint her with his scent, to declare her his to anyone—especially any male—who might ever so much as lay eyes on her.
His fingers dug into her soft skin and muscle with his desperation. But when he forced himself to release her, began to draw back, she whimpered and clutched at him, pulling him closer.
"Don't. Don't let me go," she whispered, clinging to his neck and pulling herself up to kiss his neck and whisper in his ear. "Please, Lhars. I need you."
