Declan's heart splintered into a thousand fragments when she turned, submitting to him the way he'd seen Luthur take her. He'd barely been able to control his fury. It had been her eyes that had brought him back from the edge. Those beautiful pink eyes, blinking up at him in awe and complete surrender. In that moment, he'd realized that she'd given herself to him. That she trusted him enough to go through something that had never been pleasurable for her, to please him. He could not change the past, but he could take control of the future.
Inclining his head, he bent his lips to hers, his eyes never leaving her face. When their mouths would have touched, he held back, hovering over her. Their breath mingled. The delicate, feminine scent of her crackling through him like lightening, summon
