Ivara’s POV
“Xlynor Darkazov!!!”
The scream tore out of my throat before I could stop it. For a split second—he paused, and then just as if nothing had happened, he continued.
My breath caught when his lips brushed my skin again, like he hadn’t even heard me.
I couldn’t move. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I physically couldn’t. His command still wrapped around my body like invisible chains, plus my arms were pinned behind me.
My back was pressed hard against the car’s interior wall, his body caging me in, with his hand still around my neck, firm enough to hold me in place.
My heart slammed violently against my ribs as he slowly trailed the kisses upward from my neck like he had all the time in the world.
Xlynor never just kissed, he made sure to steal every single breath
