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“Why didn’t you come for me, Wolfe?”
    He didn’t speak; rather he trailed his moist fingers from her cunt, along her abdomen, then ringed her hardened nipples with the juices from her body. Hope felt her face flush as he watched her. Her nipples were throbbing for attention now. Her clit felt swollen, desperate; she could barely breath she was so aroused.
    “You are all that truly matters to me,” he whispered regretfully, his gaze meeting hers hesitantly. “Since you were seventeen years old, staring up at me with big, innocent blue eyes, you have been my world.”
    Her throat tightened in pain. He sounded so sincere, so deeply honest that she wanted nothing more than to believe in him. And she knew suddenly that it was how he felt as well. He wanted to believe, but the lies her mother had set in motion made that impossible.
    “Then why didn’t you come for me?” she asked, then cried out in such sensual arousal she felt faint as he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her juices with a growl of hungry need.
    “Your taste makes me hungry for more, sweet Hope,” he told her, his voice dark, throbbing with sexual intensity.
    “Wolfe, I’ll beg you, if that’s what you want,” she whimpered. “Please don’t do this to me. Fuck me and get it over with, or don’t touch me. Please. I swear to you, you’re making a mistake.”
    He gripped a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Hope couldn’t contain the cry of pleasure that swelled in her chest. She arched, shaking, needing to at least tighten her thighs to relieve the pressure in her cunt, but unable to do even that much.
    “All I want is the truth, Hope. Tell me what she plans.” He rolled her nipple between his fingers, his grip a firm little pinch that made her desperate for more. How could she bear it? He would kill her with his touch.
    “I don’t know.” She tossed her head in desperation.
    “Tell me then what you do know,” he whispered. “Tell me the names of the men who have fucked you. Tell me, Hope, so I can find some trust in you, somewhere.”
    She whimpered in agony.
    “How can I give you what doesn’t exist,” she cried out as she felt his fingers tug her hard nipple. “Wolfe, please—”
    He moved closer to her then, kneeling at her breasts, moving the silk enclosed steel of his cock over her hot nipples. Hope groaned, arching into the caress. She was desperate, needing him, willing to go to any lengths to have him. She couldn’t bear the arousal, so hot and deep, clenching at her cunt, making her womb spasm in need.
    He moved back from her, a smile tilting his lips.
    “Can you handle hours of my touch with no release, Hope?” he asked her. “I will not deny myself. I will cum, but you will not. I’ll play with your pretty pussy, suck at your sweet breasts, kiss you until you are dying for the release that only I can bring you. But if you do not give me what I need, then I will be damned if I give you any measure of satisfaction.”
    “No,” Hope wailed out, shaking her head, knowing she couldn’t bear it. “I don’t know, Wolfe. Don’t make me lie to you, please. If you do this to me, I’ll lie to you. I’ll tell you anything you want to hear to make you fuck me.”
    “But, sweetest, I already know the truth.” He bent to her, his lips outlining hers as she stared up at him in surprise.
    Then her eyes closed on a ragged groan as his tongue swept into her mouth. His kiss was just as dark, just as erotic as it had been six years before. His tongue caressed hers, licking at her until she stilled it by suckling at it lightly. His moan was deep, a near growl as she drew on it. She could taste the dark spice that was uniquely his; feel her blood sing with pleasure, her heart rate increase with anticipation.
    His head tilted as the kiss took on a desperate quality. He licked at her lips, nipped at them, drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked at it as he groaned torturously. Hope arched to him, her head