Emilia's POV
He crossed the room in long, powerful strides, heading to the massive king-sized bed in the center of the room and slowly laid me down without breaking off.
He hovered over me as his eyes stared deep into mine like there was something he was looking for. I couldn't help but swallow and I didn't know if it was from fear or desire, maybe both.
But there was just this look in his eyes I couldn't explain.
His lips crashed down on mine again without warning and I moaned, wrapping my arms around him.
The rational part of my brain was telling me, girl, do something or this would be the last night you would ever see, but the part that wasn't thinking drew him closer until his chest was pressing against my hardened n*****s.
There was nothing soft about the way he was kissing me.
