Riana’s pulse raced, the wild energy from her unstable powers still burning under her skin. She felt a kind of hunger that needed to be filled with his touch.
Wesley’s hands were on her arms moving towards her back, steady but trembling. His gaze locked on hers, not knowing if it was real or a dream.
Neither spoke. Neither dared to breathe.
And then, he pulled her closer, responding to her kiss with his tongue parting her lips. His searched for hers, liking her response to his movement. “Riana…” he whispered her name before he placed a hand behind her neck to deepen their kiss.
Their lips met in a desperate, breath-stealing kiss. Slow at first, tentative, like two storms circling each other. Then deeper. Fiercer.
The years of anger, heartbreak, and unspoken longing burst f
