Sarah POV
After a few moments, he loosened his hold on me, but I whimpered in protest and clung tighter, desperately wanting his hands on me. It might have been the drug, the danger, the rescue, or just the incredible feel and smell of him in my arms. I didn’t care.
I only knew I wanted him more than I had ever wanted or needed anything before. He had to understand that or I would die.
“Zane,” I was muttering now. “Touch me. Please, please touch me.”
“Let me see your eyes,” he said. “Sarah, open your eyes, please. Do that for me.”
The light hurt, but I got my eyelids opened to look through my lashes at his gorgeous, perfect face. His bright blue eyes were dilated almost black with arousal, and I cheered inside, high on the knowledge of it.
“I need you,” I whispered.
“Oh, goddess. Th
