By Royal Demand. Robyn Donald

in my bed, you turned into a wildcat—reckless and sexy and elemental.’

      Stunned by his words, she stared into his face. Their eyes clashed in primeval combat. Gabe smiled, his dark face compelling in its vengeful strength, and came towards her. Sara’s breath stopped in her throat as she tried to struggle free of the dark spell he’d always been able to cast.

      But she left it too late. Even as she twisted to run, his hands closed over her shoulders, and he pulled her into his aroused body.

      Heat engulfed her—heat and fire and an untamed, erotic craving that terrified her.

      ‘It’s still there, damn you,’ he said between his teeth, and he lowered his head and kissed her again.

      And she fought him again, furious at her body’s betrayal of her mind and her heart, until the unsparing mastery of his lips summoned a reckless need that consumed everything else in its clamour for satisfaction.

      He slid one hand up behind her head, strong fingers working smoothly against her sensitive scalp as he gentled the kiss, and she sighed into his mouth, shivering with pleasure. The smooth touch of his fingers on the back of her head sent arrows of intense delight through every cell in her body; too late, she realised that he was loosening the pins that held her sleek chignon in place. Her hair fell in a warm, heavy mass around her neck and shoulders, adding a sensuous friction to the explosions along her nerves already caused by his addictive mouth and deft hands.

      He moved slightly, accommodating her eager body in the cradle of his hips. The appetite he’d unleashed in her increased exponentially at the hard evidence of his arousal. She had to grit her teeth and jerk her head away to stop herself from pressing against him and giving up on the futile struggle to keep her sanity.

      Each kiss, each caress, was an exercise in power, she thought frantically: he was showing her how easily he could have her.

      Desperately she gasped, ‘No!’