Mathena was lost to her own darkness.
All she knew was that Xeon's head swooped down, his lips claiming her mouth in a raw, demanding, and shocking kiss.
Mathena had braced herself for the familiar blow, even a savage bite to her neck. She wasn’t prepared for the sensation of cool, skillful lips parting her mouth or the oddly erotic press of teeth.
The dangerous heat came back with a vengeance, flowing through her trembling body and tightening her muscles with the promise of coming pleasure.
His mouth tasted of brandy and temptation. His hard body pressed against her most intimate places. She wanted to rip off the black T-shirt that looked spray-painted onto his muscled bulk and rub against the his broad chest.
She wanted
God, she just wanted to.
Mathena couldn't help but moan. She
