Dalia's POV
The second we crossed the threshold into Orion's bedroom, he was on me. We tumbled toward his bed in a desperate tangle of limbs, tearing at each other's clothing with frantic hands. No hesitation existed between us, no embarrassment, just this consuming hunger that had been building for what felt like centuries.
My body ached for him in ways I'd never experienced. We stole kisses between each piece of fabric we stripped away, desperate to feel skin against skin. Orion's breathing was ragged, his fingers trembling as they worked at my clothes with barely controlled urgency.
Once we reached the bed, he crawled over me and pinned me beneath his solid frame. His arousal pressed against my stomach like a burning brand. He stared down at me, drinking in every detail of my face, my lips, the curve of my nose, the flutter of my eyelashes. His throat worked as he swallowed hard, as if fighting against some invisible force pulling him toward me.
