The dark euphoria of our war council victory dissolved into a quiet, suffocating heat the moment Dante locked the master suite door behind us.
He didn't give me time to turn on the lights. In the moonlit shadows of our bedroom, Dante pulled me flush against his hard frame, his heavy hands gripping my hips, lifting me until my boots cleared the floor. He pinned me against the heavy mahogany door, his mouth crashing down on mine with a fierce, possessive hunger that made my pulse roar in my ears.
"Dante..." I gasped into the narrow space between our lips, my hands digging into his broad shoulders through his thin linen shirt.
"You sat at my right hand and made twelve hardened killers bow to you," he rasped against my throat, his hot lips trailing a fiery path down the exposed column of my
