"Say yes, Raven. Feel how much I need you." Mikhail dragged her closer so the hard evidence of his desire was clearly imprinted against her flat stomach. Taking her hand in his, he brought it down to cover the aching bulge and rubbed her palm slowly back and forth across him, tormenting both of them. He opened his mind so she could feel the sharpness of his hunger, the edge to his passion, the flood of warmth and love enveloping her, them. ; he whispered it in her head, needing her to want him back, to accept him, good or bad. "You take such unfair advantage." Her reply held a trace of amusement, was warm honey spilling over with love."