Rowan:
I stumbled away on unsteady legs. I had been kissed before, but never like that. I could hear fire crackling, the wind blowing, the f.u.c.k.i.n.g earth trembled at his touch, and my spirit took flight. If a kiss could be so good, what else could they do to me?
"Rowan," Bain called out to me. I had slipped into a daydream.
"Hmm?" I turned, still buzzing on Saint's kiss, only to run into Bain. He leaned forward until his mouth was close to my ear, whispering.
"I can only imagine how wet you are right now, little flower. But as Saint told you already, if you don't control your thoughts, you will not make it out of this hospital room without one of us tasting you." His fingers, chilled by his manipulation over ice, slid under the hem of Saint's shirt, sliding up my thighs and grippi
