can you expect me to believe you?" she gasped. Her heart beat with a wildness that frightened her, and she felt as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff, the hypnotic lure of danger pulling her forward and the safe sanctuary of solid ground calling her back.
His lips were on her throat, in the crook of her neck, and she closed her eyes, her breath coming even hotter and faster than before. "And this." He bent his head and she felt the black silk of his hair on her cheek. "You are afraid of this," he whispered, trailing the caress to her temple and down to the curl of her ear. "I AM NOT AFRAID OF YOU, GRIFFYN RENAUD.' "I did not say you were afraid of me." A darkened spiral of hair had sprung forward over her forehead and he brushed it aside with a breath of a kiss.
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