SAVANNAH
His lips crashed into mine with a hunger that sent electricity coursing through every nerve in my body. The bond between us exploded into white-hot clarity, a primal force that obliterated all thought, all reason. My fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper, as if I could merge our very souls through the desperate press of our mouths. His breath was fire against my skin, his taste—winter and shadow and something impossibly ancient—flooding my senses until I was drowning in him.
His hands were everywhere, relentless and possessive, as though he couldn’t decide where to touch me first. One moment they were tangled in my hair, the next sliding down my spine to grip the curve of my waist, pulling me flush against him. Everywhere his fingers grazed, my skin ignited,
