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He was at it again. A moment back they had been on each other's neck before things went calm. Now, for the very reason she refused him, he was back again.
"Storm." Her voice came off low and dangerous, her piercing gaze staring at his hand on her waist.
Storm didn't say anything. He bent his head to her neck, taking in a whiff of her scent.
"Don't," she said, her voice firm.
He ignored her. She felt him nuzzling his nose along her neck, close to where he had marked her. Her breath hitched, her heartbeat thudding against her chest.
"Let go of me, Storm," Raven commanded.
She turned her head to meet his gaze, her eyes narrowed.
"No."
"Please," she begged using a slightly less commanding tom=ne. A few people around had their attention on them and she hated it.
Did he not fear something would happen to her with his closeness like this?
She tsked. She was sure the man had no sense.
