My Four Miraculous Treasures

Roused from her slumber, a foggy-headed Willow thought for a moment that she'd just kissed her daughter Hailey on one chubby little cheek...noveldrama

Except, wait a moment... instead of that soft, smooth, springy texture she'd been expecting... hmm, something was off...

Leathery skin over taut muscle, throbbing with fiery energy... this wasn't a child...

Well, she was half-asleep right now, so she could easily have been mistaken. Anyway, back to sleep... Suddenly, something pressed hard against her lips, and forcefully stole her breath away.

The overpowering pheromones of a man enveloped her, engulfed her, leaving her powerless to resist. Willow surfaced from her dream with a nasty start, and opened her eyes to a close-up view of a terribly handsome face, skin flawless and nicely elastic. At such close proximity, she could even count the individual pores.

His eyes were wild and intense, highlighted with definite creases and furrows. Beneath the lights, faint shadows played across his eyelids, mesmerizing and sexy.

The tip of his nose pressed down against hers. He was pressing a kiss hungrily against her lips. His hot breath blasted into her own nostrils.

The powerful scent of a man filled her whole world, blocking out all else.

Willow's heart was already racing out of control. She pressed both hands against his chest, trying hard to push him off.

She only wanted to get a night's sleep here. Why did he have to kiss her?

It couldn't be... did he mean to repeat that horrific scene from five years ago, when he had trespassed upon her personal boundaries, and had his way with her?!

Willow would never forget the tragedy of that night, when she'd been raped by Jasper Hughes. The pain and trauma had already left her irreversibly scarred for life.

Each time she remembered, her heart felt like it might burst from the excruciating agony.

Meanwhile, Jasper was mainly thinking about satisfying her.

She was totally his type, and he found her irresistible. With her lying by his side, running her hands over his body... of course he'd do something!

Now, he was kissing her, and he found that in the space between her lips and her teeth, there was something so sweet and tasty, he just couldn't get enough...

Just like that night, five years ago.

There was something about this woman... he just couldn't help himself. Sliding a hand behind her back, he pulled her even closer to him, kissed her even harder, so that she couldn't even draw a breath.

Her shallow, desperate breaths blew a sweet fragrance into his lungs, creating an addiction he would never be able to quit.

It was no wonder that, even before

he found out she was that same woman from five years ago, he already felt drawn to her. Each time she bent over, or lowered her gaze, or came near him... he was overcome by a tremendous urge to have her.

At first, he felt confounded by his own lack of self-restraint, and so he arranged for Willow Nason to encounter him frequently, in order to inure himself to the woman's temptations.

Once he had overcome this personal trial, he'd planned to fire her from the company. He couldn't possibly have guessed that she was his mystery woman from five years ago!

Instinctively, he'd sought her out again, following an imprint of her that had been branded upon his very soul.

It was the true reason behind why he'd never been able to resist her allure. In a sense, he'd recognized her right away. His body had never forgotten her particular presence.

Knowing now whom she was to him, he wouldn't hold himself back any longer. Giving in to his desires, he tasted her kisses with wild abandon, drinking in the seductive scent of her body.

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Willow was caught in the grip of abject terror, pushing as hard as she could against him. Instead, he held her even tighter. She had no hope of escape.

The way he was kissing her, he was like a wild beast, tearing into her, meaning to devour her whole, bones and all.

Willow's heart was a storm-tossed sea of churning emotions: Confusion, fear, anxiety, despair... Her hands pawing desperately for purchase upon his chest, she soon tore his bathrobe open, and suddenly found her fingers exploring his rock-hard washboard abs.