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true the second the words left his lips. He’d never told a woman that he loved her before. “I want forever with you.”
    She gripped his wrist and shook her head. “No.”
    “I mean it. I’m not saying this to get in your pants. Obviously.”
    “You’re not listening to me. I can’t be with you.”
    “Mystique, you’re mine. Accept it and this will be easier on you. I want you to marry me.” Traditional would be the way to go. He could tell her the truth about himself after they were married and once their connection was more secure.
    “No.”
    “Why not?” She didn’t answer, simply turned her back on him. He followed. Nothing with her had been easy so far. Why should his proposal be any different? “Is it my rep? We both know tabloids make up half the shit they run. I will be faithful.”
    “That’s not it.”
    “You don’t want to date an actor? We could be low key about it. I’ll make sure my publicist knows that our relationship isn’t fodder for—”
    She whipped around and glared at him. “Damn you, it’s because you’re a witch! I cannot and will not date a witch.”
    Shock held him mute for several seconds. There was no point in denying it. He would have told her someday. “How did you find out?”
    “It’s all over you. I knew it the first time I saw you on screen. It’s in your eyes. You just have to know what to look for.”
    He arched a brow. “And you know what to look for? How is that?”
    She looked away and he felt in his bones that she was about to lie to him. “My father is a witch,” she said at last.
    He studied her but sensed nothing supernatural about her. “You’re a witch. How are you hiding your power?”
    “Don’t ever call me that. I never studied the arts, never used witchcraft. Not so much as even a wish. My father, the witch , left my mother before I was born. He seduced her, told her she was the one, and once he’d had his fill of her, he was in the wind.”
    Sean ran a hand through his hair. She was biased against her own kind. How was he to deal with this? “Myst, you are my one. I feel it. I can prove it. I’m stronger today than I’ve ever been. You have to feel the energy running through your veins. We’ve been sharing dreams.”
    “None of that matters.”
    “Deny it all you want, we’re a mated pair. The link between us—”
    “Is incomplete. I’m not going to live the life of a witch for you.”
    He ground his teeth together, frustrated by her obstinacy. “I don’t plan on making you use a broom for transport or catch toads at midnight. Your life would change very little at all.”
    “This isn’t up for discussion.”
    “It is. You’re my mate. This isn’t just your decision.”
    “That’s where you’re wrong. It is. I live my life the way I want and no one tells me different.”
    “You’d rather be alone than with me?”
    “Who says I have to be alone?”
    Sean growled and gripped her arms. “You’re mine . I will kill any man who touches you.” Her eyes widened. He realized how irrational he sounded but wouldn’t retract his statement. He meant it. She belonged to him, and he to her. He wet his lips. “I’m not letting you go.” He bent to kiss her and she whipped her head away in defiance. He brushed his lips over her cheek and down her throat. She whimpered as he opened his mouth over her skin. Blood roared into his groin. It was as if last night had never happened. He wanted her as much as ever.
    He filled his hands with her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples hardened instantly. He tugged the stiff points and flicked them with his thumbs. Her gasps filled his ears.
    The pale pink blouse she wore had a line of tiny buttons. Far too many for his limited patience. He gripped the top and tore it open. And then he was suckling her nipples.
    Her hands fisted in his hair. “Sean, please, don’t,” she moaned, but arched into his mouth.
    “Don’t take what’s mine? This is my pussy, Mystique. Mine to