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She studied the lines and masculine shape of his face. For such a strong man, he had delicate features. She trailed her fingertips over his neck, along his collarbone and down the center of his muscled chest. During her innocent exploration, she traced the lines of faint battle scars. She played along his waistline and slid her hand beneath his trousers, fingering the muscled V of his groin.
A moan seeped from his lips. His chest rose, and his breath hitched. Then his eyelids fluttered. Those shimmering green irises stared upwards at the rocky ceiling. He slowly turned his head and rested his gaze on her.
Caught under his piercing stare, she couldn’t move or breathe.
“Petra? Am I dreaming again?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat and whispered, “No, my love.”
His brow furrowed. Then in a swift move, he reached out and caught her by the neck.
She released a strangled cry as she tried to leap to her feet.
Argon tightened his grip, surprisingly without strangling her, and dragged her down onto her backside. He climbed on top of her, straddling her hips.
Shoving at his shoulders, she bucked beneath him.
He pressed his hard body into hers, took hold of her wrists in one mighty grip, and pinned them above her head. “You drive me mad, Petra!” he growled through clenched teeth. “Incredibly mad. Why would you do that to me?”
She went still, refusing to struggle any further. In this form, she was easily subdued. Not that she couldn’t fight like this, but she didn’t want to. She liked being trapped beneath him, bound into submission by her alpha.
His emerald eyes gleamed with a ferocious passion.
Neither one of them looked away. So many questions screamed from his gaze, so much hurt, so many emotions. His lips quivered as if he wanted to speak, but he didn’t utter a word.
Finally, she spoke. “I, too, was swallowed by madness, but it was the only way to lure you back to me.”
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