Page 60 of The Immortal’s Mark

Des turns back to me and stares.

Hard.

Like he’s cataloging every freckle, counting every labored breath passing through my lungs.

My mouth parts.

Is he mad?

At me?

“Des?” I lick my dry lips. “What is going⁠—”

I don’t finish.

Des dives forward.

I gasp.

His hand curves around my neck.

His eyes flash a brilliant green hue.

Then, his mouth crashes into mine.

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DARCIE

The kiss is hard and unrelenting.

Passion fueled our previous kisses, but they were nothing compared to this.

Des kneels on the bed. His hand tangles in my hair while the other slips between my back and the pillows and pulls me forward, deepening the kiss.

What is happening?

My heart thumps wildly.

Des has kept his distance.

I’ve barely seen him since Bella’s abduction.

He’s said we can’t be together.

That he doesn’t want me.

So why is he here now? Kissing me like he needs me?

Who cares?

My hands land on his biceps, and I hold tight as his mouth melds with mine.

I tilt my head to the side. Stubble brushes against my cheeks. My toes curl.

Desperation flows through me. My fingers trail up to his shoulders and down his chest. Heat warms me from the inside out.

Des is so big. So strong. So different than any other man I’ve ever embraced.