Lana’s Point of View
A soft gasp escaped me when Christian pressed down on my bottom lip, still staring down at me with that ravenous hunger, and I stayed frozen, trapped in the dark hunger of his gaze, but I was still unable to answer his question.
“So, you still don’t want me?” Christian’s voice was low, rough,
His hot breath fanned softly across my face, and despite his fingers on my lips, I was finally able to speak.
“It’s… not something I can decide right away,” I whispered.
He hummed, a quiet sound of amusement, or maybe frustration. “How much time do you need?”
“I don’t know.”
He hummed, low and amused, then pressed his knee firmly between my thighs. Heat flared through me instantly. My fingers dug into his arms.
“f**k…” His lips brushed my ear. “I’m dying to take you right
