Orian’s pov
She shifted against me and I stiffened feeling the sparks as her exposed skin met the one on my arms. Her head moved up my chest, grazing up my neck beguiling me with her scent as her soft locks brushed my nostrils.
I inhaled against my own will, rubbing my nose along the soft curls and instantly her scent soothed me somewhat driving off the memories of my nightmare.
She smelt of roses, everything pure and divine. It made me want to run my tongue across the expanse of her skin, all the damn time! To memorize her taste. She tasted as pure as she smelt and her blood wasn't an exception.
She was a walking enigma.
One that drew me to her with everything she possessed and I wanted to satisfy every curiosity I had about her with everything in me and it was a dangerous path if
