TENNA.
Torhana's weight settled over me, heavier than Rowan's had been. More solid. His silver eyes bore into mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.
"My turn," he said simply.
I reached for him, expecting him to take me the way Rowan had. Fast and desperate and consuming.
Instead, he caught my wrists.
Pinned them above my head with one hand.
"What..."
"Shh." His free hand traced down my side, feather-light. Barely touching. "I'm going to do this differently."
"Differently how?"
"You'll see." His mouth found the spot just below my ear. Kissed it softly. "Trust me."
I did. That was the problem. I trusted him completely even as confusion mixed with need.
His hand continued its path down my body. Over my ribs. Across my stomach. Lower. But instead of giving me what I need
