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didn’t believe in magic.” He put his hand over hers—heat to her cool.
    “I don’t,” she said, “or I didn’t.”
    “I feel you inside me.” He trembled. His head dropped back, and he inhaled deeply. Before she realized what he was doing, he grabbed her shirt and ripped it open. Buttons popped off and scattered across the wood floor. Skillful fingers unfastened her jeans. He tugged her by her waistband to stand, and then jerked her jeans and panties down her legs. Next, just as quickly, he pushed her to sit and whipped them over her feet and tossed them aside.
    “Troy,” Valerie said, unsure if she was about to beg him for more or order him to stop. His aggressiveness excited her. Black eyes, threaded with red, frightened and aroused.
    “Now you will feel me inside of you.” Troy pushed his boxers down to reveal his erection. The shaft was tinted red like the rest of him. He pulled her thighs open and forward. Valerie fell back against the window. Her head propped up so she could easily see what he did. Troy angled his hips. The tip of his cock slipped inside. Its touch was fiery heat, so much hotter than was normal for a man.
    Valerie braced her hands back, taking the pressure off her neck. She gasped for breath. Not only did heat radiate from his body, the electricity came with it.
    He held her thighs firmly, pulling her sex onto him. To her surprise, her body accepted his. Apparently, the arousal she’d been trying hard to fight was enough to pave the way for a smooth entry. He kept his hips flush to her. Fingers dug into a thigh, as he reached his left hand forward.
    Troy fisted his hand between her breasts, holding onto her bra. His eyes focused on her chest as he began to move. He pulled his hips back and rocked them forward. There was nothing sweet or gentle to the dominating way he fucked, and yet she did not wish him to slow.
    The t-shirt hid his chest, but she saw the impression of muscles. The hardness of his hips bumped her softer thighs. Strong hands gripped and pulled.
    “You’re made as a woman should be,” he said, the words sounding more like groans as he continued to thrust. “Soft and curved. I wanted you when I saw you by the cottage. I knew I would have you.”
    The red energy warred with her blue. It radiated over her thighs and hips. Release came, stiffening her whole being, and still he kept going, taking what he needed.
    High pitched cries filled her ears, the sound not coming from anything in the room. Troy jerked, pressing flush as he came. The grip on her thigh and bra tightened briefly and then slipped free. He leaned forward, letting his cock slip out of her as he braced his weight on the bookshelf next to the seat.
    Even as he breathed hard, he stared at her chest. He tilted his head slightly before reaching for the strap to pull it off her shoulder. A breast spilled free. A very pleased smile curled his lips.
    Valerie automatically reached to pull the strap back up. This caused him to frown, and he again jerked it down to free a breast.
    “You have a body that’s meant to be fucked and often.” He palmed her exposed breast, letting it fill his hand. “A man needs something soft to sink into.”
    She made a weak noise.
    “Tell me you feel the balance. Your cool magic to tame my fire. Your softness to envelope my firmness.”
    “I don’t have magic,” she said. “I’m just me.”
    He massaged her breast, only to stop. His confident smile fell, and he leaned closer as he pushed her breast to look at the underside. “Are you sure about that?”
    Valerie pushed his hand away and didn’t give him a choice as she sat up. She righted her bra. “It’s just a birthmark.”
    “Seraph,” he whispered.
    “What?” She looked for her pants and found them halfway across the room hanging from a wall light fixture. Luckily, the lamp was off.
    “How can you not know what kind of blood you carry? You’ve been tapped by one of the seraphim. You have their mark. Just as I