Amara Cross POV
My hands rose slowly, my fingers sliding into Dorian’s dark hair, sinking deep, wrapping around him with messy hunger. I pulled him closer, like I was asking for more without saying a word.
The moment my lips pulled away for a single second, he exhaled hard. His hot breath crashed against my face. Then he struck back, parting his lips and catching my lower lip with raw need, sucking it in like he was drinking from me.
Air locked in my chest. I choked for a second. I pressed my palm to his chest, trying to force space, trying to breathe.
He did not back away.
Instead, his hands grabbed my thighs and lifted me off the floor. I gasped straight into his mouth, my voice shaking between our lips.
With one motion, he wrapped my legs around his waist and pinned my back to the
