Aira’s POV

A soft cry tore from my throat as Chester’s mouth pressed against the delicate skin of my neck, his tongue lapping in maddening circles. My fingers gripped his jet-black hair like a lifeline, desperate to ground myself in a moment that felt like drowning in desire.

He kissed me as if I were the air he needed to breathe, hands steady as he held me in his lap. His lips—so soft, so sinfully sweet—left trails of fire over my skin, down to my bare shoulder blades. I ...