His eyes were the deepest blue of midnight, glittering with possibility and promise. Stars were born in those inky depths, and she felt she might be falling, losing herself amidst that swirling galaxy.
Her lips parted on a soft exhale, tension slipping away. Strong arms saved her from collapse as her body went limp, and still she couldn’t tear her gaze from his.
“Lara,” he whispered, his face mere inches away.
His sensual mouth curved in a wicked smile, revealing sharp, white fangs. She had time to feel only a fleeting sense of panic before she lost herself entirely.