“I want you.” Declan stopped moving his head at her words, and looked at her, his gaze darkening fully. His eyes were so black, she was lost in them, unable to look away. “You know I want you. Desperately. If you touched me, I would lose my mind. So, my condition, my request, my proposition, fuck—” “Say it,” he growled, leaning into her. “Tell me you desire what I long for.”
