the night burns with us

Like a satin, the darkness pressed over her skin. Glass forgotten, Mara leaned on the balcony and felt him before he spoke. "Couldn't stay away?" he asked in a low, sensual voice that brushed her ear. Her lips twisted as she tilted her head. He stepped forward and stroked her with his light, purposeful, electrified fingertips, saying, "Or perhaps you enjoy chasing me." Only the heat, the tension, and the thrilling promise that neither of them intended to reject remained as the city vanished beneath them.