Amara Cross POV
“How is the fire down there?”
He asked in a deep voice. A dirty edge slipped through it, wrapped in a wild hunger that almost stole my breath.
I lifted my eyes to meet his. He stared at me with a steady look that shook me to my core. A half bitter smile curved my lips, mocking my own miserable state, and I answered as heat flooded my body, “You could say it is a hurricane. Followed by heavy rain. Floods that do not know how to stop.”
His pupils widened in sudden shock, mixed with burning desire. His gaze devoured my features as he whispered roughly, “So honest, little one.”
His fingers slid lightly, cool and thrilling, between my thighs, touching the thin fabric of my underwear. A shaky gasp escaped my chest, and his name slipped from my lips like a lost moan. “Dorian…
