Avery:
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t think.
My whole body was trembling, my hands still tangled in the rough leather of his jacket like it was the only thing anchoring me to earth.
He kissed my forehead — soft, almost reverent — and it made me shudder harder than anything else he’d done.
Because that... that was dangerous.
Tenderness was dangerous.
I blinked up at him, my vision hazy.
Cruz’s face hovered over mine, dark and sharp and impossibly beautiful.
There was a heat in his eyes that hadn’t gone anywhere, but underneath it—something else.
Something that scared me even more than the raw hunger.
Possession.
He touched my hair, brushing it back from my damp forehead like I was something breakable.
Me.
The same man who had just devoured me like I was his last meal was now han
