His pupils dilated until they were nearly black pins on orange iris that crackled with lightning and stormy clouds swirling in their depths of the orange irises. The electric energy around him pulsed with his heartbeat, growing stronger with each passing second.
Without warning, Dante's hands slid under Blazar's thighs and lifted her as if she weighed nothing at all.
The movement was swift and fluid, and before she could even gasp, he had placed her on the table behind them. The cool surface pressed against her back as he leaned over her, his body caging her in completely.
And then his lips crashed down on hers with the force of a lightning strike.
The kiss was everything Dante was – hot, claiming, possessive, and utterly consuming. His mouth moved against hers with a hunger that took her breath away, demanding a response she couldn't deny. Unlike the gentle winter of Kaelric's kiss or the encompassing shadows of Ryuzaki's touch, this was pure fire.
