House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

He pushed her flat on the bed, her brain in waves, eyes dizzy, her body tight with anticipation, she squeezed her legs tight together to hold her arousal,

His eyes furious, dark, Was it need? Or something else, “Control yourself, Clare, I’m not here to serve your needs princess, not tonight, not like this.”

She jumped out of the bed, something struck her, it no longer felt like a dream, it was real, these feelings, the room, her instincts rose, she glided her hands through her hair, hoping to find a knot to pull at.

Her breathing heavy, need still there, she urged herself to keep it together, stuttering she asked, “who are you?”

She was across from him, on the opposite side of the bed. His unflinching gaze held her frozen, his back so straight, shoulders so broad, she felt like an ant in front of a giant, “How did you get in here, why are you kissing me.” The last few words came out as a breath barely audible to her own ears.

Turning away from her, he switched the main lights on, back still faced in her view, layered black straight neck length hair moving with his reflexes. Just this stranger’s hair spoke of untold perfection, masculine as the jagged edges played touch on his jaw.

strong jaw line-shaped his face, chin prominent and golden glowing skin. Deeply stained

this stranger to her eyes, he was in a league of new heights, big deep blue set eyes, with the

from the brink of her sanity, managing to barely keep her composure. Watching closely, his fingers on his right hand, as he glided his thumb on their tips. She could feel his eyes on her, as she watched his hand. Looking up at him, his face showing no emotion, no sign of anything. He’d managed to hide his anger, he was not the man who had just mauled her, claimed, as one would to a lover.

posture, so cold, she shivered but why did he kiss- “The stronger the

knew that deep voice, oh yes, how could she

a statement. The black suit pants he wore was dirty now that she paid attention, the cut fitted him perfectly. She could still feel the

shirt revealing the apex of his torso’s hairline. Eyes tracing the happy trail, forgetting that he

“Control yourself”

startled by his loud words that ordered her