NARA POV
I swallowed hard, my head still spinning, my lips tingling from his kiss. His thumb was still lazily stroking my lower lip, his dark, unreadable eyes pinned to mine like he could see straight through me.
“Say yes, Nara,” he murmured again, his voice low and rough, with a dangerous edge that sent shivers down my spine.
I lifted my chin, trying to summon whatever scraps of defiance I had left.
“And if I don’t?” I taunted, my voice barely steady, though my pulse was hammering in my throat.
That wicked grin of his deepened, his other hand sliding up to cradle the side of my face. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the corner of my mouth — so close, so maddeningly close.
“Then I’ll just have to convince you,” he whispered against my skin, his breath hot and heavy. “Over. An
