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| her whole whenever she caught glimpses of it or felt it against her flesh. A part of her hungered to discover the true mysteries of it, yet a part of her knew that she should not. |

| "Sasha, damn it," Ashton said, pinioning her to the ground. "Just stop and think of what you're doing, will you? You know that you love me. A woman does not kiss a man like you do unless she loves him. And feel your heartbeat. I know it isn't beating this wildly because of fear of me. It is because you want me, Sasha. As badly as I want you." |

| Sasha began to thrash her head from side to side. "No," she cried. "I don't." She tried to get her wrists free. "Let me go, Ashton. Surely you don't plan to take me against my will. You don't plan toto rape me.'' |

| The thought, the accusation, made Ashton grow pale. He lurched back away from Sasha, eyeing her almost venomously. He grabbed his breeches and hurried into them, then reached for his satchel of clothes. Angrily, he began flinging shirts and breeches from it. |

| "Take what you want and get out of here," he growled. After the satchel was empty, he turned and glared at Sasha. "Better yet, I'm the one who is leaving." He doubled a fist at his side. "And don't follow me, Sasha. The tent is yours for the night and every night as far as I'm concerned." |

| Sasha cowered away from him as he grabbed his shirt, boots, and gunbelt. She flinched as he gave her another angry stare and bolted from the tent, leaving her there in an awkward silence, her body |

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