It was HIM, my mate.

Zion’s lips crashed into mine with a force that took my breath away.

His hand gripped the back of my neck, the other snaking around my waist, pulling me up onto my toes and pressing me firmly against him. His kiss was all-consuming, pouring in every unspoken word, every hidden emotion he had kept locked away. 

I melted into him, my arms looping around his neck, moaning, as his deep-throated groans vibrated against my mouth. The heat between us was ...