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  The ride back to her place was accomplished in silence. Occasionally, Suzannah stole glances at John. In profile, his face looked dark, hard, remote. But for a few seconds—seconds which had stretched out like eons—she’d seen the stark need in his eyes, as deep and frightening and inescapable as her own.

  The time had come.

  Her heart took a leaping bound in her chest at the realization. The balance had been slowly shifting over these past weeks, bringing her to this moment. The moment when the need to have this man, to possess and be possessed by him, outweighed the fear.