The Dark Before Light (Before & After Book 2)

by L.M. Halloran

As aggravating as it is to admit, I’m attracted to her. Very, very attracted.

As I pull open the passenger door, my hand falls to her lower back in a move so natural I don’t realize I’ve touched her until she jerks forward. My fingers tingle; I curl them against my palm.

Ahhhh! Its giving Pride and Prejudice!!

“Because for some insane reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about your neck and what it would feel like to squeeze it while I fucked your throat.”

“God, I can’t seem to help myself around you. Getting a rise out of you is too satisfying.”

I can’t handle that I’ve started feeling something different. Something like dawn after four years of twilight.

I want her to destroy me. I think it might be my only road to salvation.

It’s biological instinct, one a thousand times more intense than I’ve ever felt. Quite simply, I want to mark her, mate her, and breed her.

Fact is, three weeks ago she lit the book of my type on fire and started writing a new one. Now every damn page is her. I can’t even look at other women because I’m obsessed with the one in front of me.

He was right—fireworks don’t hold a candle to what happens when we touch. This is the birth of a universe.

Tonight is just one more battle, but I’m going to win the war. And when I do, when she surrenders to this, I’ll give her the crown. Everything I have. Everything I am. I’ll lay it all at her feet.

“You may be built like a goddess, but lucky for you, I’m built to worship one.”

“I see you,” I whisper. “And you do belong, Birdie. You belong with me.”

“What’s it called, Dr. Stirling? I’m sure there’s a name for it. When everything in me wants to fill you with cum, over and over?” “Breeding kink,” I answer breathlessly. “Huh. Sounds about right.”

“You’re going to pay for this,” I growl into his grinning face. “I look forward to it,” he murmurs. “For now, though, you’re going to shut your beautiful mouth and take my cock like a good girl.”

“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “Every molecule. All two hundred and six bones. You are and will always be a miracle to me.”

“I’m yours, Talia. All of me.” With smooth grace, he lowers to his knees before me and bows his head.

A king on his knees. For me. “Beautiful, Kieran. Thank you.”

“Tá mé i ngrá leat,” he murmurs. “I’m in love with you. Tá grá agam duit—I love you. Mo ghrá—my love. You’re everything to me.”

“Your heart is my heart, Talia. I’ll never break it. I know you’re scared—so am I. But I think this kind of love is supposed to be a little frightening.”