Irresistible Fantasies (A Steamy Collection)
Her arms wrap around his neck, her body pressing against his in a way that makes my blood turn to fire.
Jealousy is a fucking bitch clawing up my throat.
Before I can think, I’m moving.
I cross the floor, my heels clicking against the marble. The blonde’s laughter rings out, high and bright, but it cuts off when I step between them, my hand fisting in Rhysand’s hair, yanking his mouth to mine.
He stiffens. But his arms band around me, crushing me against him. His kiss is brutal, possessive, his fangs nicking my lip as he takes what I offer.