So much so that her face hit his chest with a soft thud, muffled against the firm warmth of his body. His arms wrapped around her like they belonged there. Possessive, secure, unyielding. She gasped, but his hands found her back, and then, his fingers slowly slid into her hair. He touched it like it was silk. Like it was something sacred.
“Don’t think just because you’re my wife, I’ll let you do as you please,” he whispered near her ear, and the timbre of his voice sent tremors down her spine.
Raellyn’s breath caught in her throat.
Her skin burned beneath his touch. The scent of him wrapped around her like smoke—woodsy, dark, male. He was too close, and her body betrayed her. The heat coiled at her center, low and aching.
Damn it.
Why did he always do this to her?
He was intoxicating
