Her tears ceased as suddenly as spring rain, wiped away with delicate precision. When her eyes met his again, those emerald depths blazed with raw desire.
"Take me, Tristan." The command held none of her previous vulnerability. "Claim me as you did in those damned moments that sealed our fate."
The stark demand caught him off guard, her sudden shift from fragility to fierce want leaving him stunned. This woman was a maze of contradictions that both drew and frightened him. *Was she his absolution...or damnation made flesh?*
Before doubt could take hold, she pressed against him. Her hands cradled his wounded face with a tenderness that belied her earlier cruelty.
"Yes..." she breathed against his throat. "Surrender to the hunger that first woke the wild thing inside me. While I can stil
