"We should not be doing this," Dara said desperately, hoping that it would appear obvious that she would not allow Edward Savage to control her. She could not afford, even for such a beautiful man, to give up ehr hard-ass reputation. It was something that would haunt her for all eternity if she did, for then she would have a weakness. His mouth touched her throat, his breath increasing the rapid beat of her pulse, throbbing uncontrollably under her fair flesh. Need pushed at her, desire flaring inside her body, hot and erotic to a point of no return. It was like nothing she had ever known physically. "You are so wrong, my love," Edward breathed, his teeth running forward adn back, across the pulsating veins in Dara's neck. Heat danced through her, relaxing the tension that sent her body rigid when he caressed her. She closed her eye lids tightly, trying to re0gain her ground. Her sanity. Edward's body was pressed agressively into hers, holding her close with his posessive palms, his whole form hot and hard now. Dara's body felt alive. Like molten lava. She was a living, breathing fame, when she was in his arms. A low moan of suprise escaped Dara's persed lips, alarming her mind to start up again. Fists clenching gorgeous locks of curly brown hair released reluctantly. Edward was capturing her soul, stealing her heart, ensnaring her for as long as her lungs let her breathe. Unfortunately, she was giving her self to him without a fight, making it that much harder to explain why to Edward why she could not be with him. "No," Dara gasped, her warm body sliding away from his rigid form. "You are wrong, Edward." Her eyes glided open smoothly, making contact with his. Strength. Confusion. Passion. There was an aura emitting from her green, blazing eyes. Dara was confused and there was no way to hide it from Edward. Impossible.