JaneVera's Pov
Ceasar tilted his head, studying me the way a predator studies its prey, slow and almost amused. Then he leaned in, his face lowering until his lips hovered just above mine, close enough that every word brushed heat against my skin.
“Say it,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “Say yes, Jane.”
My pulse hammered so violently I could feel it in my throat. The air between us was thick, tainted with temptation, danger, and something far worse… desire. I wanted to step back, to breathe, to think but he didn’t let me.
Using his hand on my throat, he tilted my face up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Stop thinking,” he whispered, each word both command and dare. “Just feel.” His grip tightened, firm enough to steal my breath, and then his mouth claimed mine.
The kiss burned
