him due to the constant raids on her compound for the Slayers' life-giving blood, he can't help but admire the stubborn and strong princess.
As their journey progresses, both begin to understand that they are aligned in their hatred of Crimeous, leader of the Deamons, as well as their hope for peace between the Slayers and Vampyres. Determined to fight their growing attraction, they forge a tentative truce. But old wounds run deep and trust is scarce. Their faith in each other must remain strong or all will be lost...
He would miss her terribly when she returned home tomorrow night. He wouldn’t even try to lie to himself on that one. “I am always here if you need me, Miranda. I’m only a phone call away.”
“I know,” she said, reaching over to place her hand over his. It was rare that she voluntarily touched him, and it set his body on fire. He turned toward her fully. Swept up in the moment, and their imminent goodbye, he wanted so badly to drag her to him and imprint himself onto her. Into her.
She locked onto him with those eyes. Lowering them to his chest, she studied the dark hair there. He was aching for her but was determined to let her make a move. He had always been the one to initiate their heated kisses, and he wanted to know if she burned for him as he did for her.
Lifting one hand and then the other, she placed her palms on his pecs. Moving slowly, gently, she ran them over his copper nipples, causing the muscles underneath to tremble, and then, over his eight-pack. She stopped at the ‘V’ of black hair that ran from his navel into his pants.
“You’re so massive,” she said, moving her hands back up his chest. “I feel so small next to you.”
He remained silent, determined to let her have control. Finally, she raised her eyes to his.
"The world has gone mad,” she said, as his heart beat furiously under her palm. “Why shouldn’t we have a piece of the madness?”
“What are you asking me, Miranda?” He reveled in her shiver at his voice.
She lowered her gaze to his chest again, contemplating.
“I won’t allow there to be any doubt as to who choses what comes next.” Lifting her chin with his fingers, he looked into her. “What do you want?”
Fear mingled with desire in her voluminous eyes. He saw the moment when the desire won out.
Reaching up, she pulled his face down to hers and lifted to her toes, joining their lips together.
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