Night Of The Fallen (Dark Tides, Book Two) - Plot & Excerpts
Panic raced down her spine, grabbing at her chest. Oh, God, not now. Marcus eased her down onto the ground and she pulled her pants up, rearranging her clothes. She could smell the mix of their sex in the air, the heat still radiating from his body. She put a hand on Marcus’ chest and tried to push him back into the shadows, but his body remained motionless. He looked composed and satisfied, an aura of power washing over his beautiful features. “Please, hide,” she said, and somehow knew what his answer would be. His eyes were tight and alert. “No.” “I don’t want anybody to get hurt.” “Nobody will. But I’m not hiding either.” He reached for her neck and pulled her close, his lips closing on hers quickly, hard. The kiss lasted a flash of a second, but it sent a rush of longing into her blood. Was there anything she wouldn’t do for him? Anything she wouldn’t risk?
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