“I hate you,” she whispered. Though it held no meaning, no impact. What she hated…was her want for him. His eyes held hers, and a new life sparked within their cold, black depths. “Show me,” he challenged, eyes dipping to her mouth. “Show me how much you hate me.” His breath blew over her lips. His nose brushed hers—then over her jaw, her neck. Zaiana’s grip tightened in his hair while her head tipped back and her eyes fluttered closed. Her chest rose and fell in a deep, uneven rhythm with the need that knotted in her lower stomach. “I want it all, Zaiana.”
