Ruby’s POV
I froze, still straddling Zaliver, his arms locked tightly around my waist like iron bands. For a moment, I didn’t dare move. His gaze was already on me, intense and unreadable. I tilted my head up, caught in the stormy shift of his eyes deep blue, growing darker by the second.
It had never been me on top before. Always him. Always dominant. But here I was, flushed and trembling, with his heartbeat thundering beneath my palm steady, powerful, and way too fast for me to pretend this meant nothing. The scent of him filled my lungs, heady and addictive. I felt heat coil through me, slow and wicked.
“Are you alright, Ruby?” he asked, voice low and rough, the kind that made your name sound like a promise wrapped in sin.
My brain short-circuited.
No. No, I was not okay. My sinful
