He pulled back first, which surprised her — she'd expected him to take, the way he seemed to take everything else, without asking permission twice.
"Tell me to stop," he said instead, low, his forehead resting against hers, restraint costing him something visible in the tight line of his jaw. "Tell me now, Wren, because I don't intend to ask again after tonight, and once I have you, I don't intend to let you go easily."


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