Alora’s POV

His mouth crashed into mine before I could say another word, and, God help me, I kissed him back.

My hands tangled in his shirt, tugging, gripping, hating him, wanting him. His fingers slid into my hair, his other hand gripping my waist, pushing me against him, crushing me to his body, and sending shivers down my spine.

His lips tangled in mine, his teeth bit into mine so hard it drew blood.

I felt my body shudder in surrender.

“You are mine, Alora Lance,” he said, our lips ...