Christine Feehan Quote

I need you to do as I ask you, he said in desperation, fighting the beast lifting its head hungrily.Her laughter was soft, enticing, the sound dancing over his skin. No, you don’t. Too many people think your word is law. You need someone to defy you a little bit. I know you won’t hurt me, Mikhail. I can feel your fear of yourself. You think there’s something in you I can’t love, some kind of monster you’re afraid for me to see. I know you better than you know yourself.You are so reckless, Raven, so heedless of danger. He gripped the back of a chair so hard the wood threatened to disintegrate into dust. As it was, it would hold the imprint of his fingers for all time.Danger, Mikhail? She tipped her head to one side, her hair falling in a slide over one shoulder. Her hands went to the top button of her blouse. I would never be in danger from you, even if you were furious with me. The only danger right now is to my clothes. She took a step back, laughing again, letting the sound warm him, ignite the fuse deep inside him.Heat coiled, spread; need slammed into him, hard and urgent. Hunger tore at him, a blind red haze. You, little one, are playing with fire, and I am totally out of control.He made one last attempt to save her. Why couldn’t she see how selfish he really was? How he had taken over her life and would never release her? He was the monster she couldn’t see. Perhaps with the rest of the world cold logic and justice ruled him, but not with her. With Raven he was taken over by emotions with which he was so unfamiliar that he could not control them. He did things he felt were unconscionable. He let her see the violence in his mind, tearing her clothes, taking her body without thought or control.She answered him in her mind, warmth, love, her body eager for his, receptive, accepting of his violent side. She had total trust and faith in his feelings for her, in his commitment to her.He swore softly, ripping the clothes from his fettered body, leaping upon her like an attacking jungle cat. Mikhail, I love this dress, she whispered against his throat, laughter still spilling into his mind. Laughter. Joy. No fear.Get out of the damned thing, he said hoarsely, not realizing he was confirming her belief in him.She took her time, teasing him by fumbling at buttons, making him find the hook in her skirt. You do not know what you are doing, he objected raggedly, but his hands were gentle on her body, carefully stripping away her clothes until she was all bare satin skin and long silky hair.