Evelyn’s P.O.V.
I gaped as his thick fingers trailed from my arm to my bare leg and grabbed it before I could kick his balls.
“You are feisty. I like it.”
Zuriel blocked my legs with his long one and touched my neck with his free hand.
“This is the place where I'll mark you.”
The dreaminess in his voice hinted that this was something intimate. Zuriel's eyes clouded for a moment, a tinge of unease rose in my chest. He didn’t give me a chance to ask about it and dipped his head in the crook of my neck.
“Hey, no.”
My head spun with his sudden assault. This "no" was just a reflux; otherwise, the softness of his lips on my skin was playing with the strings of my heart. The way he kissed my neck was tempting, I literally melted in the heat of his desire. Still, I squirmed against his hold
