Marcus's eyes darkened at her words. "I need you" was different from "I want you" – it carried weight, depth, vulnerability. Especially coming from Samantha.
"Come here," he murmured, pulling her close. His touch was reverent as his fingers traced the silver marks that still shimmered on her skin. The pregnancy had made them more sensitive, more responsive to his caress.
The silk of her pajamas whispered against his bare skin as she moved into his embrace.
"You're thinking too much," Marcus observed, his fingers trailing along her spine. "I can see it in your eyes."
"Can you blame me?" Samantha asked softly. "Everything's changing."
"Not everything." His hand found her face, thumb brushing her cheek. "Not this. Not us."
She leaned into his touch, letting his familiar power wrap around her. The silver marks on her skin responded, creating patterns that matched the flow of his energy.
