Elena
My eyes flutter open to see a shirtless man with ink swirled on his body hovering over me. Those green eyes are fiercely penetrating through me to my soul. He's not smiling, but his expression is as if he's studying every inch of my face. He's cupping my neck as he leans down to meet my lips. The man kisses me with enough passion to tell me that he's got a solid and dominating grasp on me. He's got a hold of my heart, and he knows it.
He backs away to look at my face. His eyes move from mine to my lips and back. Those bright green eyes start to darken to almost vehemence; he grips my arms - not too tight -but just tight enough to pin me completely still. "Elena," Mike's voice is deep, raspy, and full of need. "You're going to be the death of me."
I quickly open my eyes, gasping fo
