KIERA'S POV
Tyler was still inside her. Not inside as in cockwise. The two thick middle fingers of his right hand remained deep within her tightness, stretching her with a fullness that raged thrums all over her body.
Yet his face, marble and devoid of whatsoever warmth he was capable of, rose poised over her own. Dark eyes gazed down at her, lips parted to fan his scintillating breath over her face.
Angry Tyler broke things. Slit throats when appropriately pissed. Emotionless Tyler existed in a dangerous craze that could cause far worse things than death.
"You smell like sage and moringa." He took a deep sniff of her hair. His face went cold as ice. "Almost like Saviana's cottage."
He watched every flicker of her brows, the play of her lips, every flash of motion on her face. Her body gradually attuning itself with the veiled knowledge in his words.
