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letter from her
jean pocket and glanced at her name, scrawled in strong, black strokes on the
envelope.  She stared at it for so long that the black letters turned into his
cold, hard brown eyes, staring at her with disgust. The ugly words he flung at
her flashed through her memories and slashed at her heart, ripping it apart
anew. Her hand slowly closed around the letter, crumbling it in her clenched
fist.
    Nothing he could say now would make up
for the devastating hurt he hurled at her that day. Not even allowing her to
defend herself, condemned her to a world of pain and loneliness … to deal with
what really happened to her alone and with no support of her once loving and
supportive family.
    She hurled the crumbled letter on the
ground and followed its progress until it landed next to a pair of expensive
Italian sneakers.  Her gaze followed the long, muscled jean clad legs, over the
narrow waist, that expanded into very strong, broad shoulders, her gaze
hesitated for a moment on his strong lips then upwards to be caught by his
blazing eyes.
    His eyes always looked like pools of
liquid blue flames, and as usual, spitting fire at her.  His gaze dropped to her
mouth and hesitated for a fraction there, before he bent over and picked up the
crumbled letter by his feet.  Gently smoothing the wrinkles he walked towards
her, capturing her gaze with his.
    Nicolas looked into the violet depths
for long moments, trying to understand the emotions flashing there.  The tip of
her tongue peeked out to wet her bottom lip which forced his gaze to drop and
fasten on the shining wet invitation in front of him.
    “I want to be alone, Nicolas.”
    His gaze caught hers again and he smiled;
looked down at the letter in his hand trying to find the right words.   “If he
wrote in here what I think he did, you should really read it.”
    “Why?  Is it along the lines of … I
forgive you … you were young and didn’t know what you were doing … thanks, but
now thanks! It means nothing!  I do not want nor need his forgiveness, not now,
not ever!  I never did … I did no …”
    She swallowed the rest of the sentence
and pulled her heated gaze from his, swung her legs down from the branch to get
up, but Nicolas swiftly moved between her legs and kept her suspended on the
branch … his body pressed tightly in the apex of her legs.
    She frantically pushed against his
hard chest and hissed, “Get away from me!”
    Ignoring her, his hands rose to gently
close around her cheeks and drew her mouth up to his, whispering against her
lips, his eyes fiery.
    “You really should stop making love to
me with your eyes every time you look at me … you are inviting this every
time…”
    His mouth circled hers, gently at
first, softly stroking his lips across hers trying to coach her to open her
lips to his seeking tongue, but she kept them pressed firmly together.
    He growled in frustration, ran his
tongue along the seam of her lips, his one hand circled her neck to keep her in
place while the other stroked sensually down her back.
    “Let me in …”
    His voice was soft and warm as velvet
in her ears.  Nicolas nibbled softly on her lower lip, his hand on her waist
pulled her hard and swiftly tighter against his hardening arousal.  She gasped
and his tongue immediately surged inside.  His tongue stroked hers, gently
enticing hers to reciprocate, and when she hesitantly complied the passion
erupted between them.  She was drowning and desperately grabbed his shirt at
his sides.  Nicolas devoured her mouth like a starving man, he licked, he
nibbled, he sucked, leaving her no quarter and she could do no other than to
return his kiss with as much vigor and passion.  She was on fire and liquid
heat pooled in her groin.
    She loosened her grip on his shirt and
followed the muscled contours of his chest and arms to lock around his neck. He
growled again and pulled her even tighter into his body.  She moaned when she
felt the hard ridge of his