He waited.
“Please, Azriel,” I finally whispered and then he let out a breath and his lips touched mine tenderly, sweetly. He dipped his tongue in, his lips touched mine again, and he let go of my hair and gently caressed my cheek. Then he grabbed my chin roughly and I could see his jaw go tense and his eyes narrowed,
“What do you want?”
I was frozen.
“What?” he urged.
“You,” I whispered.
“You want me?” he asked, intensity emanating from his eyes.
I nodded.
“Say it,” he growled.
“I want you,” I said. And I meant it.
He seemed to absorb my words and savor them for a moment, then added, “Want me to do what?”
I sobbed and got my hands over my eyes. I couldn’t look at him. I was suddenly overwhelmed with something, I didn’t know what.
“Claire,” he said.
“Just whatever you want to
