Dark Lover (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #1)

by J.R. Ward

Wrath was six feet, six inches of pure terror dressed in leather. His hair was long and black, falling straight from a widow’s peak. Wraparound sunglasses hid eyes that no one had ever seen revealed. Shoulders were twice the size of most males’. With a face that was both aristocratic and brutal, he looked like the king he was by birthright and the soldier he’d become by destiny.

“Who are you?” she breathed in a whisper. “I’m here for you.”

“You don’t know this yet,” he said grimly. “But you are mine.”

“Damn it, don’t you die!” Candles flared in the room. “I love you, damn you! Goddamn you, don’t you let go!”