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to
fulfill that destiny.
    For a split
second of infinity the incredible thought whispered through his
mind that far from him being the one in control, it was her. This
silver haired female with the face of an angel and the heat of a
succubus. That she knew exactly what she was doing by lingering in
this alley.
    Madness .
She knew nothing. Only how to drive a man insane with her teeth and
her lips and full, sensual body. And that was enough, because
unwittingly she had managed to save her soul by offering him mortal
pleasure.
    He growled deep
in his throat, gripped her hair, and tore her head from his chest.
Her lips bore traces of his own blood and his mouth crashed down on
hers, forcing entry, tongue colliding with hers, tasting his blood,
tasting her wild, fresh scent, as heat scorched his flesh
everywhere she touched.
    The flimsy
civilized veneer vaporized and he ripped her bodice to her waist,
exposing her. His hands dropped to her waist, pinning her against
the wall, as his hungry gaze roamed over her full, rounded breasts
as they rose and fell with each erratic breath.
    He flicked his
tongue over one erect nipple, and she gasped as she dug her nails
further into his scalp.
    “You like
that?” He shot her a glance. She was staring down at him, eyes
glazed, kiss-swollen lips parted.
    “Don’t talk to
me.” The words were barely audible and she accompanied her command
by forcing his head back to her breast. “Use your mouth in other
ways.”
    He took her
nipple between his teeth, savoring the power he wielded over her
vulnerable flesh, and sucked her into his hot mouth.
    “Harder,” she
gasped, one hand clasping his head, the other feverishly snaking
beneath his leather coat.
    Fire burned
behind his eyes, scorched through his brain and incinerated his
reason. This wasn’t enough. He wanted her now, needed her now.
Rising to his full height, he dragged her silken skirts up to her
waist as he once again claimed her lips.
    Celeste sucked
his tongue deep into her mouth and rubbed her aching breasts
against his chest, but the friction didn’t ease the insanity raging
through her blood. Frustrated, she dragged her hand from his
shoulders and cupped his massive erection with gut wrenching
anticipation.
    He growled deep
in his throat as his fingers slid between her thighs. Slick heat
bloomed as he caressed her outer folds, and the jerk of his cock
against her hand showed his approval for her lack of
undergarments.
    She squeezed
his length, blindly searching for the fastenings that held him
captive. It didn’t matter that they were in a seedy back alley. She
didn’t care that she didn’t know his name. It hardly even
registered that the longer she held him in her arms the less chance
he had of succeeding in his murderous mission.
    All she knew
was how much she needed him inside her. Now .
    At last she
freed him from his constraints and the heat of his throbbing
erection burned the palm of her hand. She pulled her lips from
his.
    “Fuck me,” she
gasped, as her fingers tightened around his engorged head, her
thumb skimming across his wet slit.
    “With
pleasure.” His husky response hitched her desperation even further.
In the deepest recesses of her mind she knew that never before had
she wanted a man with such unbridled madness. Not even her last
lover, the one to whom she had given her most precious gift of
all.
    It made no
sense, but she was beyond caring. As he rammed her against the wall
and thrust deep into her wet channel, her thought processes
splintered. All she could feel, all she could see, all she could
think of was this man as he filled her with his unyielding
heat.
    Rafe buried his
hands in her glorious silver hair, forcing her to look at him as
she wound her legs around his hips and jerked him even closer. Her
tight sheath welcomed his invasion, hot and slick, sucking him ever
further into her mysterious depths.
    He withdrew all
but the tip of his shaft, then rammed into her again, up to the
hilt, up