Never had the Black Flame longed for anything so much, not even his triumph in finally obtaining ownership of Thornwyck could compete with his need for Fiona.
For a long time Thornwyck had been his obsession, his purpose for living until he met Fiona.
He felt himself wanting more, something much tangible than material things, his pulse quickened when she parted her lips.
It couldn't be helped that a plan formed in his mind to coax her, will her participation while testing and teasing her natural responses.
Delaying his gratification, went against everything in him, born and raised as a ruthless plunderer, he was told to take and conquer, he had already claimed her body.
Yet that didn't feel like enough he wanted more than her body, he wanted her mind, heart and soul, no, he demanded it from her.
Tiamat's thoughts raced when she arched up against him, it was a wonder he was still coherent, kept his composure and not panting after her like a bitch in heat.
