"You are a dangerous woman, Amara," he growled, his voice vibrating in his chest. "You find me at my weakest and you decide to take control. Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
"I know exactly what I'm doing," she replied, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. She leaned down, finally pressing her lips to his.
The kiss wasn't sweet. It was desperate. It tasted of salt, of pain, and of a deep, ancient longing. Darien groaned into her mouth, his tongue sweeping against hers with a territorial hunger that made her head spin. His hands tightened on her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as if he were trying to anchor himself to the world through her.
