Roisin
The intensity of Visaris’ gaze held me frozen in place, the heat of his touch still searing my skin like an invisible brand. My heart thudded violently against my ribs, each beat echoing the kiss that had stolen my breath and left my thoughts in disarray. The way he looked at me now—unblinking, possessive—made my stomach knot with a sensation that danced dangerously between desire and dread. I had never felt anything like it before, and the unfamiliarity of it made my skin prickle.
I sucked in a shaky breath, desperate to steady myself. “Visaris,” I began, my voice a mere whisper trembling at the edge of panic and awe, “You—”
He silenced me with a look that was sharp, unyielding and final. “Don’t,” he said, the single word slicing through the air with chilling authority. “There’
