Julian Mackenzie's POV
My jaw clenched. I felt my own control crack, shatter to the irregular rhythm of my breath.
"That's not a request you make twice," I growled, my voice deeper, harsher than I intended, a suppressed roar. "Tonight I'll be at your feet."
I didn't give her time to think. I pushed her against the window. Her hands, trapped in mine, were raised above her head. My tongue danced in her mouth, and my pelvis, pressed against hers, shamelessly displayed the physical effect I was having. I didn't want to analyze it. Just live. Just feel the primal pleasure of exploring her skin.
Zara kissed differently now. A way that ignited each of my senses like gunpowder.
I began kissing the edge of her jaw. Her instinct, docile and ardent, gifted me the angle of her neck. I paused
