The next night, Delucas came to me.
I was standing by the window in my room, staring at the city lights without really seeing them, when the door opened. He didn’t knock. He never needed to. The moment I turned and saw him, something inside me tightened. He wore only a black shirt and pants, sleeves rolled up to expose those powerful forearms. His gray eyes were dark, hungry, fixed on me like I was the only thing that mattered in his violent world.
“Delucas…” I started, but he crossed the room in three strides and pulled me into a kiss that burned away every thought.
This wasn’t like the night before. There was no holding back. His mouth claimed mine with raw need, tongue sliding deep, teeth nipping at my lower lip. I groaned into him, hands fisting in his shirt. He tasted like whiskey
