But all those faceless, nameless women hadn’t had the power to move him like the small, slender woman lying beneath him, staring up at him with a mixture of anger and desire. He threaded his long fingers through her silken hair, molding her skull beneath his hands. So fragile, so deceptively meek...
It shook him, more than he'd thought he could be shaken. She'd smiled, backed away, looking neither shocked nor dead. She'd simply kept that calm, tranquil expression on her face, and then she was gone. She'd left the door open behind her, and he could hear her footsteps a...