The world did not fall apart when they reached the bedroom. It detonated with a force neither of them could slow or contain.
Zane backed her through the doorway with relentless urgency, their mouths locked together in a kiss that tasted of fury and hunger and something far more dangerous beneath both. Willow's sweater ended up somewhere near the couch and she could not remember removing it, only the desperate way her fingers had curled into his shirt, dragging him closer again and again as though every second without the solid presence of him left her struggling for breath.
