The morning light was just a pale gray line against the horizon, but the temperature inside the penthouse was rising at a frantic pace. The news of the tabloids had sparked a protective, possessive fire in Killian, and Raya was more than ready to let it consume them both.
Killian sat back against the headboard, his eyes dark with a raw, unbridled hunger. He reached out, his large hands circling Raya’s waist, and pulled her effortlessly into his lap. She moved with a feline grace, her back against his chest as she straddled him, feeling the absolute power of his frame beneath her. He leaned forward, his hands sliding down to lift her hips, wiggling her gently as he appraised her.
"Wow... look at that ass," Killian growled, the words thick with appreciation. He leaned in, his teeth grazing
