The man's scorching breath poured over her vulnerable carotid artery, like lava flowing into a wasteland, igniting a wildfire in an instant.
"How would I know where it came from?" Serena Stanton tensed all over, hands pressed against his firm shoulders, pushing him away with effort.
"You should have your own women, go find them."
Adrian Shaw lifted his head from her neck hollow, seeming dazed, moving sluggishly.
Serena's gaze followed him upward, first seeing his sharp, defined jawline, then the nose as strong as a mountain ridge, and a pair of long, deep-set eyes.
His Adam's Apple moved up and down sharply, emanating an indescribable sensuality and desire.
The silent, ambiguous tension swirled around them, like vines growing infinitely, entangling them both.
The air was so thick it was suffocating, constantly heating up.
Adrian stared at her clear and distinct brows and eyes, with a darkened gaze, his voice low and magnetic: "Is this how you see me in your heart?"
