POV: Caleb
She tasted like heaven and desperation, a cocktail of sweetness and raw, unadulterated need that threatened to strip me of every ounce of my sanity.
In the hazy, golden light of this dream, Gina was no longer a forbidden fruit or a complication of palace politics. She was the only thing that existed. Every time I had closed my eyes in the waking world, I had seen her—the way her lips parted when she was nervous, the curve of neck and back in the silvery dress, the scent of her skin that lingered in my nostrils long after she left the room, the electric pull of the bond that screamed at me to make her mine.
Now, there was nothing to hold me back; there was only the heat of her body and the way she looked at me like I was the only man in the universe.
She was beneath me, her l
