Hope's POV.
Malakar finally returns from his walk with Lucian. A dark cloud follows him into our room - he looks like he's ready for round number two. Fighting is the very last thing I feel like doing. It's been a long couple of days. I'm exhausted and emotionally drained. I just want to be with my man.
He opens his mouth to say something, anger dancing behind those eyes, but I cut him off before he gets the chance. I climb off the bed and rush over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck - I kiss him with all the longing, love, desire, and need that I feel for him. I can tell by the way that his body tenses slightly, that my actions caught him by surprise, but it doesn't take long for him to relax into my embrace. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against his warm, hard body. Malakar slowly deepens our kiss until we're both lost in each other and the moment.
After a very long, very passionate moment, Malakar breaks our kiss. He rests his forehead on mine for a few
