A smexy scene flash from the past.

Declan edged closer.

In a way, this was like a military op. Yet never had an objective meant so much to him. Stripping in front of her had been the hardest thing he’d ever done. Storm a Cerunno nest? Routine. Attack a demon stronghold? Child’s play.

Putting himself under her scrutiny to risk certain rejection? Grueling.

He’d somehow held himself still as she’d leisurelu inspected every inch of him. for some reason , he didn’t think she was repulsed by the sight of him. God in heaven, maybe even the opposite. When her eyes had flickered, he’d grown hard unde her gaze.

Nothing to lose Dekko. If this didn’t work, then at least he’d be freed from one of his vows to the vampire. 

Her slim shoulders tensed as he eased up behind her. Heedless, he reached forward and pulled her hair off her nape. About to kiss the smooth skin above her torque, he leaned in-