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Grim-faced, he lifted her naked body into his arms.
    “Is it really you?” he asked, his voice hoarse with need.
    She wanted to ask him what he was talking about, but she couldn’t find her voice. She leaned her head onto his massive shoulder and closed her eyes, her body tingling with desire.
    He carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed, his expression fierce with need. A tremor of anticipation shot through her as his gaze rested on her breasts.
    This was a dream. How else could she explain the hypnotic, trancelike state she was in? And how could she explain her fantasy man here in the flesh? How could she explain any of it? The fangs, the crazy men who tried to kill her, her fantasy man who was now watching her with a look that left her breathless?
    All she knew was that she wanted him, her fantasy man. “Take off your clothes,” she said huskily.
    “Say my name. Say it,” he ground out.
    “Tobias,” she whispered.
    His expression softened, and he began to remove his clothes. Cat lay back in awe as she watched his masculine splendor revealed. His body was magnificent, all muscle and brawn, with a powerfully built chest and chiseled arms. His legs were long and well built, and his sex stood erect, a powerfully looking member that parted her lips in wonder.
    The only other man she had ever had sex with was Simon, and he didn’t even compare to this man’s virility. Fear took on a new form for her, and she started to feel the hands work their magic again with her body, her heart, her mind. Only this time, they were withdrawing.
    “When I take you,” he said, “I do not want you under my spell. I want you to come to me willingly.”
    As the calming veil lifted and his invisible, bone-melting caresses stopped, she watched him lower his body over hers—then real panic started to settle in. Fear replaced calm and alarm replaced passion as reality slammed her with its cold truth. Terrified, she realized her fantasy man was going to rape her.
    She opened her mouth to scream, but his punishing kiss silenced the sound. His body was warm and firm over hers, his lips bruising hers, and she struggled beneath his weight. She tried pushing him away, but it was like an ant pushing an anvil and she pounded on his back in frustration. He didn’t relent. His kiss was deep and his powerful erection pressed hard against her heated flesh.
    He grabbed her hands and dragged them above her head as he raised his head and looked down at her face. She was trapped. With his knee, he pushed her legs apart and her flesh throbbed with exquisite pain where his erection rested.
    “Don’t fight me. We have both waited too long for this.”
    “Stop!” Gasping, she stared at his brilliant dark eyes, her heart pounding in her throat, her mind racing toward madness as her body tingled with sexual need. “Don’t…don’t do this.”
    “Is it truly you, Seraphina? Tell me it’s you,” he said hoarsely.
    “My name is Cat,” she replied, feeling a spurt of annoyance.
    “Yes. You are Cat,” he countered, his voice dropping to a lower timbre.
    She panicked as his eyes bore down on hers, his expression ruthless and fierce. “You said you wanted me to come to you willingly. I’m not willing. Now, get off me!”
    A satisfied gleam entered his gaze. “I can feel your body flaming at my touch. I can hear your heart beating with excitement. My little erotica writer. When I saw your picture on your book jacket, I refused to believe it was possible.” He bent his dark head and took her breast in his mouth, sucking hard on her nipple. She cried out in pleasure, tossing her head from side to side.
    She was enjoying this! This man was forcing himself on her, and she was actually enjoying it! She tried to free her trapped hands from above her head, but he kept his grip firm, bruising her wrists.
    “Please. Don’t,” she pleaded.
    “You are mine. You have always been mine. And after tonight, we will never be separated