Eira's POV
I nodded again, my heart hammering so hard I thought he could feel it against his chest.
"Words!" His voice was low, commanding, and impossibly intoxicating.
"I… want to," I breathed, my voice barely more than a whisper.
I meant it—I had always wondered how it felt, and after reading that book, the curiosity had only grown, igniting something fierce and desperate inside me.
His fingers tightened slightly on my chin, tilting my face to his, and without a second's warning, his lips crashed onto mine. This kiss was nothing like our first. That one was gentle, patient, exploring. This—this was raw, unrelenting, as though he had been starving for me.
His mouth moved over mine with a force that stole my breath, his tongue teasing mine, claiming, marking, leaving me gasping. I was trapped between the mirror behind me and his tall, powerful body before me, utterly consumed by the intensity of his desire.
