DAXTON

There was fire in her lilac eyes. The kind I'd come to adore. Gods, she was sexy when she was frustrated. It was clear that my attempts to push her away had failed terribly.

And now, despite the hunger gnawing at my insides, I wanted to touch her.

"I'm not leaving without you," she hissed, her fists clenched. I wanted to kiss her senseless.

However, the burn beneath my skin intensified, a shiver running through me. I clenched my jaw, staggering backwards as ...