-Kane-
Stretched out in my father’s chair, I stared at the ceiling and exhaled slowly. Lilian refused to leave my thoughts. I hadn’t expected her to get under my skin so quickly, nor so deeply. She hadn’t needed to try. It was her scent, sharp and untamed. Her fire. The way she looked at me like she would rather burn the world than bow to it. And god help me, the way she stood her ground. That alone told me everything I needed to know about her strength.
Lilian was not fragile. She was not easily broken. And her body.
God.
Every curve was burned into my memory. The way her hips flared, how perfectly she would fit the length of my hands. When I’d looked down at her body, everything in me had reacted instantly, the instinct along with hunger and the dangerous possession. When she slappe
