“I liked it,” she said hollowly. She had until he opened his damn
mouth again. “I’m not some fragile little thing. I won’t break, Beck. I
liked it, especially at the end.”
He sighed and put a hand on her hip. “No, you didn’t. You’re just
trying to be a good wife. I’ll be more careful next time.”
“Sure.”
There wasn’t going to be a next time. The sex was incredible, but
it wasn’t worth the way he made her feel afterward. She thought what
they shared was beautiful, and he kept making it something to be
ashamed of.
He pulled her close, wrapping his thick arms around her body. He
threw a leg over hers. Meg found herself thoroughly trapped in his
embrace. She tried to pull away.
“Stay still,” he ordered quietly. “It’s cold. I’ll keep you warm.”
“And if I don’t want to be warm?” Meg squirmed against him.
“Then I’ll keep you warm anyway,” he said, his voice rough with
command.
She sighed. He was so frustrating. He was the essence of the
dominant male. It was in everything he did. Why did he deny it? Meg
settled down. There was no way she was getting away from him. He
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set his face against the nape of he
r neck. His warmth was so sweet.
Meg found herself pulled in again.
She was leaving in the morning. He had explained that he would
get up and go find them some breakfast. While he was hunting, she
would leave. Dante was wrong. It wasn’t up to her to train him. It
wasn’t up to her to teach him that it wasn’t wrong to love the way he
wanted to. He wouldn’t listen, and she would end up hating him and