Lara had just finished her bath and stepped into her room, expecting to see Mira or Seralyn. Instead, casually sitting at her desk was Thornak.
He turned to her and froze. She was wearing a thin night dress, the soft fabric clinging to her frame. Her hair still dripping fell like gold threads around her shoulder. The fire that had been coiled so tightly within him surged.
A low growl rumbled in his throat, a raw desire to claim her filling him completely.
Thornak's eyes glowed as he closed the distance between them. Before she could react, he cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers.
His kiss left her breathless. It was gentle, but she could feel the strong desire he tried to hold back. She responded with a kiss of her own, her heart racing.
But then he suddenly pulled away and walked to the desk. He stood with his back to her, looking tense.
She watched him, confused. He didn't move, clearly fighting with something inside him she couldn't see.
Thornak?" she said softly.
