JACE WATCHED the loop of smoke he puffed vanish in the dark. He lazily pressed his back against the wall behind him before silently scanning the back of the restaurant where his wedding was now happening.
What a wrong move for him, though. His breath immediately hitched when his gaze landed on the same area where he and Kimberly fought – no, somewhat 'made-out earlier.
'What have you done to yourself, brawler?' He breathed deep to calm himself.
Kimberly's effect on him was maddening. Her taste was still inside his mouth as if it was tattooed on his tongue. Her warmth, softness, he craved her so much that it hurt almost like starving.
He wanted to own her endlessly if it was even allowed. Just like the first time, make love to her until he woke the following
