He tilted her tear-streaked face up with rough fingers, his dark eyes burning into hers. "*Only you,*" he rasped, the vow thick and low. "*My insatiable little whore.*"

His mouth crashed down onto hers, hungry and filthy. Not gentle. Apology forgotten, consumed by a darker, desperate passion. His tongue plunged deep, claiming, silencing her whimpers with a brutal, possessive kiss that tasted of salt and primal need.