Rachel
He reached for me again, his hands rough on my waist. He pulled me hard against his body, like he was fighting himself and losing. His eyes were dark with anger and something else — something hot and wild.
I should have been scared. I was scared. But the moment his lips crashed back onto mine, that strange spark exploded inside me again. Warm sparkles rushed through my blood, making my skin tingle everywhere he touched. My body responded before my mind could stop it. I moaned into his mouth, louder this time.
Kylian growled low in his throat. He lifted me up like I weighed nothing and carried me to the bed. He dropped me on the mattress and climbed over me, his big body covering mine. His hands were everywhere — rough, demanding, tearing at the buttons of my wedding dress. The fa
