FIREPLACE
'I'm sorry' her voice cracked on the words, but she choked them out, strangled. The creamy orange glow from the fire warmed her pale skin and played with the terror in her eyes. His Queen.
'What for? For breaking my heart or nearly breaking your neck?' he grunted not daring to look at her, afraid of what impulse might take him if he did. 'I told you it was dangerous out there Luce'
'I know, I know, I'm sorry, really I am' But all the while her head was down trying not to entice him as he stood above her at the fireplace.
There was something about her for him, her pulse beat in his head and her smell made him itch with hunger and other things...
She lifted her eyes slowly, tear tracks gleamed on her face and she watched him, standing. Tense and still. Long lean body, wide shoulders, slim waist and the shock of ebony hair long enough to clutch at. His soft curls spread on his chest and dribbled lower to other things.
Their eyes met in the mirror.
Panicked she bolted from the armchair, but he was faster, was on her, was pinning her to the wall in seconds. His hips held her still while his hands slammed into the wall on either side of her head. 'You're not going home Lucy, you're not leaving me!' And she had no choice but to look into his fierce blue eyes. The hunger rose and, goddamit he kissed her. Hard.
