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The annoyance on her face was too cute to ignore, and Etienne couldn't resist the temptation of further fanning the flames of her anger. "You are my woman now—-" Said woman choked while her roommate started to grin. "And I am your man." The choking had now turned into a growl that would make any shapeshifter proud. "You must start calling me by my Christian name, unless of course..." Etienne raised a brow. "It is some kind of kink—-"
"Anyway..." Spencer practically found herself shouting just to drown the rest of his words off. "As I was saying—-"
Kiernan's grin widened at the way Spencer was having trouble meeting her eyes.
"We, um, have private matters to speak of, so...if you'll excuse us..." Spencer didn't waste time dragging her boss with her to the bedroom, not wanting to give him even one additional second to make things more embarrassing.
After locking the door, she whirled around, saying hotly, "Will you please—-" Spencer forgot the rest of what she had to say.
Because her boss - Etienne - was already naked.
Oh, Caro speed, I love you.
And then he was moving towards her, and by the time she finished gasping, he had already thrown her on the bed, and his fingers were moving inhumanly fast as he worked to divest her of her clothes. "Mr. H—-"
He growled down at her, and oh, the sound, terrifying as it was, only made her quiver all over, and when she finally managed to speak again, she was no longer able to keep herself from sounding breathless.
"Etienne..."
Triumph blazed from his dark eyes...just as he dispensed with the last piece of her clothing and he had completely bared her body to his side.
Oh God.
She tried to cover herself, but another growl of warning quickly had her arms falling limply back to her side, and all she could do was tremble and turn red all over as his ravenous gaze slowly devoured her from head to toe.
"You're embarrassing me," she snarled under her breath.
"No, mi vavli." The rasp in his voice had become even more potent, more seductive, and she could feel her breasts ache and strain up in helpless response.
"I'm worshipping my woman's body..."
Etienne saw her nipples tighten at his words, and his hunger for her grew.
"And memorizing every inch of her..."
He leaned over her, so impossibly big and sexy, and a whimper rose up her throat and tumbled past her lips in a soft, uneven sound.
"Because all of it is mine."
Her body arched against his, her softness touching his hardness for one tantalizing second.
"And it's mine, isn't it, mi vavli?"
"Yes." Spencer couldn't even think of lying. The moment she had felt the hair on his chest brush against her nipples, she had been completely lost, her whole being transported to a world where nothing but desire existed.
Oh God, how she needed him. Wanted him. Loved him.
And suddenly, all those months of helplessly aching for his attention, those countless nights where she would wish and wish that one day, she could wake up and see his beautiful face next to her in bed—-all of it was suddenly bursting out of her, and she could no longer stay silent—-
"Etienne."
It was just his name, but ah, the way she fucking said it, and the way she stared up at him with so much yearning...he had never had a woman look at him that way before. Had never cared to have a woman look at him in such a way, but because this was Spencer, it meant something. And suddenly, he could no longer hold himself back, could no longer think of anything past the all-consuming urge to pleasure her.
"Etienne." This time, his name came out in a choked whisper, with Spencer suddenly finding herself showered with sweet, leisurely kisses that made her feel like melting and burning all at the same time.
He nibbled on her lips like they were his favorite snack, but when his lips moved down to suck gently on her pulse, she couldn't help holding her breath, wondering if he would drink her blood again.
Feeling her tense, Etienne said with a chuckle, "No, mi vavli. It will be different this time."
