Azzurra had been avoiding him like the plague. Fear and nervous energy gnawed at her, made worse by the way her body betrayed her under his touch.

He’d driven her over the edge, to her first orgasm an experience both intoxicating and terrifying. How could she possibly take pleasure from the hands of someone who despised her kind? Maybe she truly was losing her mind.

But then there were his eyes those damn amber hues. Every time they caught hers, she felt herself sinking, drowning in ...