Liam Yancey abruptly halted, propping up his upper body with one hand as he looked down at the woman's eager little face, his slender and powerful fingers then caressing her cheek.
"Who told you?" he asked, his voice still husky, containing the thirst within him.
"No one told me..." Tara Summer shook her head, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Liam, you don't have to say anything, just promise me you won't get involved in anything dangerous!"
Liam Yancey's dark eyes slowly narrowed, staring at her silently for a long while before he suddenly leaned down, not giving her any chance to catch her breath, and fiercely sealed her lips...
Passion blazed through the night as the two clung to each other in a desperate embrace, seemingly filling the void that had grown between them.
It wasn't until three in the morning that Liam Yancey finally released her body. Tara turned to nestle into his chest and fell into a deep sleep.
