LISA
There is nothing soft or loving about the way Rhysand kisses me. It is violent and passionate, filled with suppressed desire. And I find myself melting at the way he was losing co torn. His arms moving around me, touching me everywhere, like he couldn’t get enough, and he needed to touch me for survival.
I’m more sensitive than usual, and the slightest touch has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I doubt he notices but the animalistic glint in his eyes tells me he wouldn’t have cared.
There is one goal in his mind and I’m not naive. I know what s*x is like. And I’m scared. What if he figures out I’m no a virgin?
Oh darling, your problems are a lot bigger than your lack of virginity.
I ignored that cold voice in my head, trying to not shut off and alert Rhysand that anything
