Chapter 12

• Anastasia's nails raked his skin, a surprising thrill coursing through him. The thought of them digging deeper as he claimed her sent a wave of heat through him. She yelped as he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her close, their bodies molding together perfectly. His words were guttural, raw. "You make me so mad."
• Anastasia's head collided with his. It wasn't a serious blow, but it startled him. Seizing the opportunity, she slammed her fist into his nose. Pain erupted, forcing him to release her, clutching his aching bone. "Fuck!"
• She stumbled back, touching her neck and cheeks. He braced himself for a torrent of curses and insults, but none came. She was shaking violently, seemingly in shock. He, too, was shaken, but for a very different reason. He already missed the feel of her skin, craved the taste of her lips, the feel of her tongue against his.