Amara Cross POV
I was still panting against Dorian’s lips, trying to steal back the breath he had taken from me without mercy. The air felt heavy in my chest, my heartbeat pounding so loud it rang in my ears.
He stared at me with deep distraction, his dark eyes roaming slowly over my face, as if studying the chaos of my emotions and the power he held over me. He spoke in a calm tone that hid the storm inside him, his warm fingers brushing my hair back behind my ear.
"Amara… you should not have let me get this close to you."
I frowned in surprise and tightened my arms around his neck. His skin beneath my fingers was warm, alive, pulsing. In that moment, he looked more handsome to me. And far more dangerous.
"Why?"
I whispered, pressing my palms to his shoulders, searching his face up
