This week's snippet is from The Sorcerer's Guardian.
“More wine?” Loriot asked.
“No.” He walked forward and set his glass down on the table. Loriot’s grin was more than a little wicked. “Good.”
They stood staring at each other for one breath, two. And then they lunged. They came together in a kiss every bit as explosive as their first, and Savarin had his answer. The kiss wasn’t gentle, wasn’t sweet, but Savarin didn’t want gentle or sweet. Tonight he craved the power of this. As the storm raged outside, he and Loriot came together with what felt like the same force.