TILLY
“That I get to kiss you.”
My lips parted in surprise, and the reaction was instantly a mistake because it drew Zadeyn’s attention. Raw hunger flashed across his face before he lunged forward to push me back against the couch cushions before I could react or even process what he was doing.
His large, tattooed, and calloused hands straddled my head as he leaned over me, face only centimeters apart from mine.
“For months, I have dreamt about this,” he whispered against my mouth. “I’ve dreamt about how soft your lips will feel or how sweet you will taste on my tongue.”
My chest heaved with each hyperventilating breath I took.
“I’ve dreamt of what it’d be like to have these thighs squeezing me.” His right hand yanked the blanket out of my paralyzed fingers and landed on my righ
