ocean waves against the cliff

perature in the room ha

iven by pure, unconscious instinc

r palm landed flat against the bare, s

leep. He hadn't sl

d was like a match droppi

ntrol

ly. His heavy body pinn

pen in terror. She pushed her hands against

t. The restraint he had fought for hours was com

is," he growled a

protests. His hands were rough, tearing the fra

pilling down her cheeks. "

ising kiss. His body took over, driven by a primal, undeni

ntirely out of control. It lasted until the f

ke up again, th

t had been beaten. Her musc

her was cold. G

m last night were darker, more extensive.

put on a thick, high-necked cashmere sweate

out onto the

ing the Wall Street Journal. She looked up at Annabe

He was staring at his iPad. As Annabel approach

el sa

ely placed a large cera

he bowl was filled with a thick, dark green soup made of

ing directly at Annabel's flat stomach

The smell made her gag. Her hand sho

lently begged him to say somet

split second. A flash of intense guilt crossed his f

orts," he said flatly. He lo

st shred of hope died. She was no

breath, and forced the foul-

orner of his eye. His chest tightened p

ack. It screeched aga

nounced abruptly, grabbing his jacket. "I

ood up, her face completely blank, and follow