“Zion...” His name slipped from my lips like a desperate whisper, trembling with an intensity that matched the smoldering heat coursing through me.

The sensation of his lips against my neck sent a shiver down my spine, a small, involuntary moan escaping as if my body were betraying my cautious heart.

His kisses were deliberate and ardent, savoring every inch of my skin as if he were memorizing it. His lips left a fiery trail down to my collarbone, each touch a mix of longing ...