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Make Me Want You

Prologue

She could not understand how she could feel so hot, her skin was burning. He was just kissing her all over, and
she was wondering how that could have ever happened. He used to be the monster, living on top of his tower, looking
over the world as if he owned the place. He was rich, he was powerful, he was controlling, and he was possessive. Above
all, he was gorgeous, and he knew it. He knew it so well, that he couldn't help to flaunt it every second he could get. So,
despite he's complete arrogance, why was she falling for him…

What's wrong with me…? It was not suppose to be this way… but god it feels so And he mind went blank once more as he was lowering
his lips onto someplace he obviously was not suppose to be. But every single one of his movements was so controlled and soft and
rough all at once. There was no comprehensible way to put it. He was… he had… he could… he did… maaww… Thinking was impossible.
Getting out of this awkward position was impossible. She wasn't even sure she wanted to get out of the room, from under him, though she
should have. She had promised herself never to mess with the powerful, the wealthy. It could only get her in trouble. Or was she wrong
about this.

A series of butterfly kisses, each softer yet eager, were making their way up her flat stomach. Bits by bits, passed her navel, where they
lingered a little longer, then a bit higher, and a bit higher. He was taking endless time to do each of his moves, which was driving her even
crazier. She didn't know how long she could be able to stand this torture. Such a sweet sweet torture… how did he know exactly how to make
her tick? How did he find out how to make every one of her hair stand on the back of her neck. He had never really taken the time to get to
know her. He had merely been observing her. From her legs, but never passed her rather full breasts. Like a beast on the prowl. That was
exactly what he was. A beast looking for fresh meat. Something to use or to play with. To throw away when he was done with it. And there
she had fallen right into his paws. Poor little prey.

Now there he was, the animal. Looking down on her. Btu it was strange, there was this darkness in his eyes. His midnight blue eyes had
gotten even darker. He had this hazy look as if he was not completely there. Like his mind had gone as blank as hers. He was so sexy, so
gorgeous. And there he was, taking his trail again. He kissed her neck, the side of her face, her cheek, and her ear… behind her… ear…
and he kept… awww… I don't know how I'll handle this any longer…

But he kept going on his journey of discovering every inch of her body. Trying to decipher in every move what exactly made her tick. He
did so with a patience that seemed to be going weary. But he was trailing back, to her ear... her cheek… and her lips. He buried her into a
deep sensual kiss that she never wanted to end. She couldn't help but to put her arms around his neck to pull him even deeper in the kiss.
To feel every inch of herself ignite even more… the fire burning inside of her more violent than ever. She knew she could never be able to
stop this. She knew she would never WANT to stop this. She was where she wanted to be, in the heat of the moment. The intensity so high,
you could cut through it with a knife.

And then… without the slightest warning…he…

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