Xlynor’s POV
Ivara’s chest rose and fell rapidly beneath me. I was still on top of her.
“Get off,” she said breathlessly.
But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My eyes were locked on the dagger in my hand, on the thin streak of blood along the blade… her blood.
The scent alone made the air feel wrong… too intoxicating.
My lungs were filled with the scent of her blood and my grip tightened around the dagger.
The smell of her body had already been maddening enough. But the scent of her blood? It was worse. Far worse and stronger.
It was more intoxicating than the scent of her skin, making my demons shift restlessly. And a thousand insane thoughts flicker through my mind.
Things I shouldn’t even be thinking. Wild, dark, dangerous thoughts.
My pulse quickened, as my gaze slowly lifted to her
