Roman's POV
Kael and I left home to meet that bastard Asher.
Sitting in the car, staring outside, I couldn't help but think about Eira—and what we did. My mind was supposed to be focused on dealing with Asher, who was a threat to her happiness, but it kept drifting back to her.
When she collided with me in the room, I had no intention of what followed. It happened suddenly, like a storm that hit me out of nowhere and swept me along with it.
The way she looked at me, the way she touched me and that kiss- I could feel and see how strongly she was drawn to me. Maybe it was because of what she was going through, but still, I felt wanted… needed.
I had dreamed of her kissing me on her own, willingly, but I hadn't expected it to happen like that—when I wasn't even thinking about it.
Even after an hour passed by, every part of me could still feel it. The hunger in her mouth, the need that poured through her… and I was willing to give her more than she even realized she wanted.
