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I feel breathless and wanton with it. Alec’s hand on my throat is a hot brand that sends me into a fit of shivers that has nothing to do with the cold.

“Come on, Alec.” I know it sounds like whining, but I’m not above playing dirty to get what I want, especially when I am literally on the ground begging for it. And Alec, the absolute heathen, just turns back to the fire and adds more logs and continues to poke at it until it’s roaring and crackling ...