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His growl is instant. His strength, overwhelming. He forces our bodies back until we’re lying on the bed, and he’s braced on top of me, my heart racing in this position, my legs opening for him, but he nuzzles his furrowed brow to mine.

“I’m serious, Wren. Don’t make me lose control. I’ve been praying for restraint with you. Give me at least one night to hold you. That’s all we’ll do.”

I cup his face, tears welling in my eyes. “But I’m afraid, because holding me meanseverythingto me.”

Softly, he kisses my palm. “I know. I’ve never done it, either.”

“You’ve never spent the night with someone?”

“No.” He stares down at me, his voice rich with depth. “I’ve never held someone knowing that I’ll never let them go.”

Now they fall. The tears and my heart. “You’ll never let me go?”

“Never, Angel.” He kisses a tear trailing from my eye. “If you ask me anything in my name, I will do it.”

He quotes scripture, and I smile. “Sire, don’t ever let me go.”

“Wren, don’t lose faith in me.”

“Never, I promise.”

Softly, he kisses my cheek before he says firmly, “Now, roll on your side and stay under the blankets.”

“Why?”

He reaches over and turns off the lamp. “So, I won’t feel your soft skin against mine, and completely lose control, and do every dirty thing I want to do to you.”

I chew my lip, joy dancing through my veins. Flipping to my side, I know I won’t sleep, and I don’t need to. I only need this—Sire, gently wrapping his big arm around me, his warmth, his manly scent, his heavy muscles engulfing me. His lips brush the top of my head, his nose nuzzling into my curls.

I could cry right now, at what this means to me, for Sire to hold me, but I fear if I do, I’ll never stop, and as a child, I cried enough.

I’m a woman now who deserves this joy. Smiling, I sigh into the pillow, “I feel you.”

He kisses my hair. “I should think so. I’ve got seventeen inches on you.”

He means our height, but I wriggle my ass against his erection. “You sure do, Stallion.”

“Wren,” he growls lowly.

“That’s what I’m going to call you: my stallion.”

“Shut up,” he says softly. “That’s what I’m going to tell you to do right now.”

“Why?” I tempt.

“Because I’m going to make you mine, and when I do…” He grinds into me, and I gasp, feeling his full, frightening size pressing against my ass. “I want to breed you, Wren, not break you.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

SIRE

It’s true.The Lord works in mysterious ways.

Because it’s a mystery to me how we slept at all. How I didn’t hold Wren down, suck her hard nipples, and spread her willing legs, so I could fuck her all night long.

Good God, I wanted to. The urge was maddening, but the need to hold her was stronger.

In the Bible, the world was created in six days. In my arms, I fell in love with Wren Chapel in one night.