Inferno, Vucc

weight of his presence. Amara's breath came in shallow gasps, her body still rigid from the

onsumed her life and left nothi

ty, burying herself in work, in the dim lights of the club, behind the bar, and she had convinced herself it w

e could try to escape it, but she

, her voice hoarse, betraying the ca

is gaze piercing through the layers of indifference she had worked so hard to cu

his voice a low rasp that sent shiv

Still the same woman who had shared a bed with him, shared dreams and whispered promises. Even after everything, even after the three years o

d, her voice stronger now, though still fi

on the worn wooden floor, as though he was huntin

e said simply.

rom his grasp. But it was impossible. Every word he spoke echoed through her, reverberating deep within her bones. She had been so d

it. She wanted it to be true. She needed it to be true. But she had never been

e a blade slicing through the years of distance between them. "You were a priz

ound her neck. It was as If he had never left, as if the time apart had been a mere il

e said, but the words

istakable pull of desire flicker to life deep within her. It wasn't just the anger that burned in his

w growl, "I've spent three years hunting you, Amara. Three years. And now I find you here,

f a tidal wave. She wanted to fight it, wanted to tear herself away from him, but there was something magne

e a whisper, but her body betrayed her. She couldn't hide the way her h

that." His eyes dipped, as if he could feel the tension in her, the desire she

at her. She did want him. She always had. He had branded her, marked her in ways no one else could. She

able, suffocating. "Tell me you don't want me," he murmured, his lips just a hair's breadth from her ear. "T

She wanted to slap him. To scream. To run. But instead, she

spered, though even s

ound like a promise of what

through her. It was as though every inch of her skin came alive at his touch. Her breath hitche

inst her neck now, sending a wave of heat crashing

her waist, holding her firmly in place. "Let me go,

ngerously close to amusement. "You'r

he last time she'd felt this powerless, this weak, was when they were together. When he had broken her and

he said, though it was mo

ion darkened.

and the way his body molded against hers - it was all too much, and yet she couldn't pull away. She didn't want to. She

ever free

e together flooded back, Amara realized just how badly she had

ed the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. She

ntil there was no space left between them. His kiss was demanding, as though he coul