The fear of nearly losing her had wrapped around him like a vice, choking him. But now, with the danger momentarily at bay, something darker, deeper clawed its way to the surface, a need so raw it made his fingers flex involuntarily at his sides.
Blair looked up at him, her eyes wide, searching his face. “Roman… Sir-”
He was on her before she could finish, his mouth crushing hers, swallowing whatever words she had been about to say. His kiss was not gentle. It was desperate, punishing, a silent claim that bordered on possession. She gasped against his lips, her fingers clenching in his shirt as he backed her against the wall.
“Tell me you’re okay,” he demanded, his breath hot against her skin as he trailed his lips down her jaw, nipping at the delicate flesh of her throat. “Tell me you
