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“I wanted you in Covent Garden,�� he said. “I wanted you straddling me in the dark while I came up inside you.��
“In the theatre?��
“Right there in the damn box, with the opera blaring on. I’d take you, make you my own.�� He put his hand on her neck over the spot where he’d given her the love bite. “I branded you.��
Beth smiled. “You, too.�� She touched his neck. “I branded you.��
He laced his fingers hard through hers and pressed her hand to the bed. “Belong to me.��
“No one here to dispute that at the moment.��
“Always mine. Always, Beth.�� Thrusts punctuated the words.
Always. Her body jerked in rhythm with his, the bed creaking. It was a solid bed, thick mahogany, made to take men like Ian loving their women.”
― Jennifer Ashley, The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie