Chapter 54
Vanya
There was something about the way Kross kissed my neck—it was like he had mapped every nerve under my skin. His lips moved slowly, deliberately, sending odd, electric sensations right to my core. My breath hitched. My heart pounded hard against my ribs like it was trying to escape, and my hands instinctively grabbed the fabric beneath me, searching for grounding.
And then I heard footsteps.
But Kross didn’t pause. He leaned in, warm breath teasing my ear.
“Focus on me,” he whispered like a spell, and then kissed me again, slower this time, more thorough. His mouth coaxed me to surrender, to forget everything except the way he made me feel.
He reached up and grabbed both my wrists gently but firmly, guiding them over my head and pinning them there with one hand. His o
