<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">She knew he was going to say no; of course he would say no, a man who had control over a woman would hold it against her for as long as was necessary. Zara knew that; but it did not mean she had to like it. Her lashes lowered just a bit to stare at the jewels, an image of blood and death weighing heavily on the trinket. She shivered, debating whether or not to ask him once more to let her wear it. But she wouldn't...if he wanted her to earn it, then she damn well would earn it.<br/><br/>"Their match?" Her eyes gleamed with fire, "No...I am better."<br/><br/>A soft gasp escaped her when Harry picked her up and forced her body to press against his. She bit her lower lip as a whimper escaped her, the contact of his bulge against her already heated sex causing a delicious and erotic friction. Without hesitation, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them behind him and blatantly grinding her hips against his covered length. Her breathing began to pick up, and as her arms wound around his neck and her fingers sank into his hair, she had to struggle not to beg for him to fuck her.<br/><br/>She wanted him to take her standing him, to fuck her against the wall, to throw her on the floor and force her to accept his invasion. Fuck the bed; she wanted him to claim her in every inch of her room. Her breathing accelerated, her heart thundering in her chest, and it was all she could do not to rip his pants off and impale herself on his cock.<br/><br/>Whether he had come to make love or not, one thing was clear; he was ready to fuck.<br/><br/>Her fingers tugged on his hair as her mouth leaned close and pressed a series of hungry kisses along his neck. She bit and flicked her tongue out every chance she could, tasting him, moaning softly as she enjoyed the scent and feel of him. Her hips continued to grind themselves against him, the movement limited but still...she would not stop. As her lips trailed up to his earlobe, she bit and suckled on the flesh as she panted, "Tell me what you want, Colonel...I won't run away...I won't hide..."<br/><br/>She dug her nails into his scalp, hissing huskily, "I'll let you hurt me...you want that, don't you?"</span>