My sweet enemy was about to surrender to her future; she just didn’t realize it yet. Someone stole her from me once. And, unless she told me otherwise, she would be mine. Tonight. I leaned closer, brushing my lips against the shell of her ear, satisfied by the shiver of pleasure that rocked through her at the small contact. Her slight gasp would be the first of many. Beginning now. “I want to give you my royal mark.
