Good," Marcus murmured again, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her thighs, sending a wave of shivers through her body. The world outside ceased to exist for Samantha. All she could feel was Marcus—his hands, his breath, the way his touch left her on the edge of losing herself completely.
Just as Marcus's lips began to descend lower, there was a sudden knock at the door.
The sound shattered the spell, and Samantha froze. Her heart wasn't racing—vampires didn't have that luxury—but her mind reeled. The interruption was jarring, pulling her back from the edge, leaving a swirling storm of tension and frustration coiling inside her. Marcus stiffened too, his gray eyes darkening with sudden tension, the predator in him instantly alert.
"Marcus," came a voice from the other side of the door. It was deep, steady, and unmistakable. Lucian—the coven leader, and the authority in his voice was not to be ignored.
