by Christine Feehan
$5.99 U.S. / $6.99 Can. / $12.95 Aus.
Series - The Carpathians
So Darius warned her when she accepted a position with his traveling troupe. And gazing mesmerized at the merciless slash of his mouth, the implacable resolve on his face, the soulless emptiness of his black eyes, Tempest was afraid to ask what it was.
She had always been different, apart from the others. From the moment his arms closed around her, enveloping her in a sorcerer's spell. Darius seemed to understand her unique gifts. But did his kiss offer the love and belonging she sought, or a danger more potent than his own powers?
Somewhere deep inside herself, Tempest realized she knew the answer. She had no choice but to accept the velvet stroke of his tongue, submit to the white-hot heat piercing her skin, welcome an erotic pleasure like no other. . .
And now he was above her, his face harsh yet sensual, his eyes black, burning coals.
It was happening too fast. Trapped beneath his powerful body, Tempest couldn't move, couldn't breath. Yet when his teeth scraped the swell of her breast, the erotic enticement sent her arching toward his mouth.
But fear beat at her as his body pinned hers, taking possession as if he had every right to her, as if he were invading her soul so deeply that she would never get him out.
She felt his teeth pierce her breast, sink possessively into her skin, and instantly she stiffened.
But his mind pushed hers, breaking through every barrier until they were completely one. She felt the heat of her own skin sliding over his, her blood, hot with life and need. She saw the erotic images in his head, the things he would do to her. She saw his iron will, his ruthlessness, his merciless, predatory nature.
Darius was everywhere she was. In her body, in her mind, in her heart and soul.
And, God help her, she could deny him nothing . . .
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