It was that surrender he needed. That complete feminine submission to every stroke, every caress, ever naughty act. Only in that submission would the subconscious trust, the bond he needed between them, come. He wanted her to trust, to know, to instinctively understand that he was more than just her lover; he was her other half. The one she told her secrets to. The one, she made secrets with.

Her head throbbed as though gremlins were ripping holes in her brain

You are a light that will always guide me, a whisper I'll always strain to hear.

Testosterone overload?" Merinus gave an unladylike grunt. "More like asshole overload if you ask me.

What am I going to do with you? I have suggestions, but this might not be the place for them.

I didn't promise I wouldn't break your tender heart, Mica. Protect it from me. Don't let me touch that part of you. Don't let me destroy both of us that way.

It's easier to ask forgiveness than to beg for permission.