Deadly Game
he murmured, his left arm coming over my shoulder, completely ignoring the dull ache in his bandaged triceps as he used both arms to turn me onto my back.
He hovered above me in the dim blue light of the terminal monitors, a massive, shadowed titan. His chest was laced with dark hair and pale battle scars, his jaw hard, his dark eyes burning with an intense, possessive hunger that completely consumed me.
He reached down between us, his fingers parting my thighs, opening me up completely to his gaze in the quiet darkness.
I didn't try to hide. I didn't try to close my legs. The cold, calculating Ghost dissolved completely under the terrifying, intoxicating heat of his gaze.