He gripped the silk teddy and tore it open down the middle, the fabric ripping like skin. Novalee gasped, tried to cover herself, but he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head again.
"Don't hide from me." His free hand explored her exposed skin, rough and possessive. "This body belongs to me now. Every inch of it. I'm going to mark it so you never forget."
His mouth descended to her breast. Instead of kissing, he bit down hard, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh. Novalee screamed as she felt skin break, felt the hot rush of blood.
Dante pulled back, his mouth red with her blood, and smiled. "There we go. Now we match." He licked his lips. "You taste exquisite, little star. Like fear and copper and everything I've ever wanted."
"Stop, please—"
He bit the other breast, just
