Raya felt the breath leave her lungs as he pointed toward his chest, his eyes losing that sharp, billionaire edge and melting into something raw and unmistakably human. The intensity of it—the sheer gravity of Killian Blackwood telling her she was etched into his heart—was enough to make her heart skip a beat.
"Do you want us to end?" he asked, his voice a low, rough command that pleaded for an answer even as he declared he’d never let her go.
Raya looked at him, her fingers reaching up to touch the hand he had pressed against his chest. She could feel the steady, powerful thrum of his heart beneath the fine silk of his shirt. The fear was still there—the fear of the unknown, of the scandal, of the sheer power of this man—but it was being eclipsed by a much stronger realization.
"No," s
