We stayed there like that for a long time, lost in the heat and weight of each other, the quiet hum of the office fading into the background. When I finally pulled back, we were both breathless, our chests heaving against one another.
I looked deep into his dark eyes, searching his face, trying to piece together the absolute conviction in his voice from the phone call.
"Why?" I asked softly, my voice barely a whisper against his lips. "Why go to war for me?"
Drakon held my gaze, his thumb gently brushing across my hip, his expression darker and more intense than I'd ever seen it.
"I don't know," he murmured, his voice a low, rough rumble. "But I can't let you go."
Hearing those words, a surge of something raw and fierce hit me, and I dived back into the kiss. This wasn't s****l—it was
