Scarlett
The air between us heated.
The breeze stays cool but our bodies warmed each other.
Lucien’s gaze pinned me in place, silver eyes darkened with heat and possessiveness. I could feel the tension radiating from him in the confined space in my bed. His hand had already placed at my back, pushing myself closer to him–our chest were touching each other and I was looking up at him, still breathing heavily after our kisses.
“You’ll be the death of me, little wolf,” he hoarsely groaned, still locking up an eye with me.
The heat inside me was rising–too quickly. My mind was blown about as dry leaves in a storm. I could feel every nerve in my body tingling his presence, his nearness, the way his eyes aversely roved at the very least as though he was taking inventory of every
