Aliana’s POV
Dikaios kissed me again, slower this time. Savoring instead of devouring. His hands moved down my body as if memorizing every dip and curve. Making me feel worshiped rather than possessed. Igniting sparks that raced across my skin, like sparks that deliriously electrocuted my flesh. Every caress unraveled me further, every whispered word in that deep, shadow-wrapped voice drawing me deeper into his orbit until there was no thought left but him…
And I loved every second of it!
I clung to him, trembling with the inferno he’d awoken inside me. My body arched into his touch, desperate and hungry for him, although I didn’t know how to name what I was feeling. All I knew was that when his lips teased down my collarbone, fire licked through my veins. When his hands framed my waist
