By Christine Feehan
So Darius warned her while she authorised a place together with his touring troupe. And looking at mesmerized on the cruel cut down of his mouth, the implacable unravel on his face, the soulless vacancy of his black eyes, Tempest used to be afraid to invite what it was.
She had continually been various, except others. From the instant his palms closed round her, enveloping her in a sorcerer's spell, Darius appeared to comprehend her precise presents. yet did his kiss provide the affection and belonging she sought, or a possibility stronger than his personal panthers?
Somewhere deep inside of herself, Tempest discovered she knew the reply. She had no selection yet to just accept the velvet stroke of his tongue, undergo the white-hot warmth piercing her dermis, welcome an erotic excitement like no other….