Morana's Point Of View
My fingers curled into his shirt, my body betraying me as I melted into the kiss.
Damn it.
This man was a walking temptation.
Nikolai's lips moved over mine with a deliberate slowness, coaxing, teasing, dragging me deeper into the fire. His hands on my waist tightened, pulling me flush against him, making it impossible to ignore how hard and hot his body was beneath me.
My breath hitched when his tongue brushed against mine, a wicked invitation, making my stomach coil with heat.
He took his time, tasting me, learning me, consuming me.
His fingers dove into my hair, tilting my head back, his tongue sliding against mine with a hunger that made my knees weak.
A small whimper left my throat, and I hated how eager it sounded.
His chest rumbled with satisfaction.
He pulled me closer, his fingers splaying over my back, holding me in place as he deepened the kiss.
