Sofía was rooted to the spot, utterly frozen. Every nerve in her body screamed with awareness of his closeness, of the sheer weight of his presence. His masculine scent wrapped around her, heavy and intoxicating, paired with an aura of dominance that made her feel impossibly small.
The blood drained from her veins when something warm and wet dragged slowly along the side of her neck right over the place where her pulse fluttered wildly beneath her skin. A violent shiver tore through her, sparks erupting where his tongue had touched, ripping a gasp from her lips before she could stop it.
"Fuck," he muttered sharply.
The sound snapped her back to herself.
Her hands flew up instinctively, palms landing against his broad, solid chest as she shoved at him with what little strength she had. Her breath hitched when tingles shot through her fingers at the contact.
He didn't move.
Not an inch.
