Ryvarn didn’t wait this time. His mouth crashed against mine with hunger, like he had been starving and I was the only thing that could ever feed him.
His hands found the edge of my top and tore it like it offended him. The fabric shredded in his grip, dropping in pieces to the floor.
His eyes flickered down, scanning me with a look so heated I forgot how to breathe.
He stepped back a little, just enough to take me in. His eyes dragged over every inch of me, slow and intense.
“I need to kiss every inch of you,” he said, voice rough like gravel.
Then he bent slightly, eyes dropping between my legs.
His fingers brushed the inside of my thigh and spread me open.
I gasped.
He grinned, eyes full of mischief and reverence.
“So soft,” he whispered. “Like a secret only I get to keep.” I b
