Heat sizzled along nerve paths springing to life.A deep voice murmured in her ear...the soft tip of a tongue slid along the outer curve.Jace shivered, her nipples rising as her body longed to rise to his."Dante..." she moaned. Molasses-thick desire flowed in her veins.The movements stilled. She arched, seeking the touch, struggled to open eyelids too heavy to lift. Suspended... Waiting...The sheet descended by inches and night's breeze whispered over her skin. Hair feathered her inner thighs...strong hands parted them...thumbs separated moist lips. She whimpered. Tossed her head, side to side.His tongue a slick stroke through the valley...tantalizing swirls...agonizing flicks over starved flesh....Then...nothing.Jace stopped breathing. "Damn you." She yearned to touch him, to push him away—To drag him against her...and feed. She reared to grab him, to demand—Her wrists were bound.Fury flared. Danger prickled.Then...a raw whisper. "You are mine. No one else can have you."Suddenly, his mouth on her breast.
