<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">It was animalistic and wild and should be frightening but hot damn -- it was hot as hell to be manhandled like that.  She was panting, already as aroused as if they'd been making out for an hour.  When he got to her underwear -- well, there was no hiding just how much she liked this.  Between the fight and the chase and this display of dominance, she was damp -- wet.  Call it like it is, Cat, even in your head.<br/>
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She looked up at him from the bed, drinking in the look in his eyes.  She'd never felt more desirable, and somehow she knew it wasn't <i>just </i>her body.  Her ability factored into this too.  If she'd been the Mary-Sue girl she was pretending to be at the cafe, she doubted Gabriel would have looked twice at her.<br/>
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"I need to see you too," she breathed.  One hand crept to her bared nipple... the other inched down her belly to finger herself.  "All of you.  Show me, Huntsman -- show me what you'll use to claim your prize."</span></span>