Chapter 107 -
Daelan POV
I need more.
Her lips are still on mine, soft and coaxing, tasting like the honeyed tea she sips in the morning and something distinctly, maddeningly her, cold and frost-like.
I don't think I'll ever get used to the way she kisses me—like she owns me, like she knows exactly how close I am to losing it and dares me to go just a little further.
I thread my hand into her hair and pull her closer, and she doesn't resist. Her knees tighten around my hips where she straddles me on the chair, her fingers playing with the collar of my shirt, tugging it down to mouth at my neck.
Every place she touches me feels branded, every inch of my skin aching for her.
"You drive me insane," I murmur against her mouth.
She smirks, breathless. "You love it."
Goddess, I do.
