"Pen…", her name on his tongue was as light as a feather. Her eyes fluttered open, and she found him staring at her with a kind of raw hunger. He could have her, and she would allow it, he was certain of it.
"I'm not trying to ruin what's going on", he said. "But I don't want to push something that you would wake up to regret or hate me more for."
Pen's brows fell. "What?"
"Your mood is in a fragile place now", Azriel said. "I want to be sure this…", he placed a kiss on her cheek, and the spot burned with passionate promise. "…is what you want, because it is sure as hell what I want."
