Eira's POV
His lips were everywhere — my mouth, my jaw, my neck — each kiss growing deeper, hungrier. My breath kept catching, my fingers gripping his shoulders just to keep myself steady. When he pressed me against the wall again, my pulse tripped violently.
Roman's hands slid along my sides, slow at first, then more claiming… more certain.
He tugged lightly at the fabric of my top, unfastening the first button, then the next. Each one sent a thrill through my skin as the cool air met the warmth he left behind.
He trailed lower along the curve of my collarbone, tasting every inch he could reach. His hungry mouth and possessive hands over my exposed mounds left me breathless, enough to make my knees weaken.
Heat spiralled inside me, chasing away every cold memory, replacing it with new ones. I wanted more of him.
A helpless sound escaped me — too soft, too revealing — but I couldn't stop it.I didn't even want to.
