Amara Cross POV
Dorian’s face stayed far too close. So close our breaths mixed, hot and uneven. A shiver ran through me when his voice dropped into a rough whisper.
“That kiss won’t satisfy my need for you, little one.”
His voice was raw. It hit my chest hard, made my heart beat like a trapped bird. Before I could react, he stole my lips in a fast, shallow kiss. Short. Dangerous. Loaded with hidden hunger. My limbs went numb for a second.
It felt like a small flame brushed my skin and left a burning mark that refused to fade.
I breathed him in. Deep. The taste of tobacco still clung to his mouth, mixed with his own scent. Dark. Male. Impossible to describe. Nothing in this world smelled like him except Dorian.
My shaking hands pressed against his solid chest. I tried, weakly, to crea
