Noa’s breath slammed out of him as Eve’s mouth devoured his, hot and wicked, the blade still pressed to his throat, threatening to split him wide open if he so much as flinched wrong.

But God his body remembered her.

The taste.

The weight.

The fire.

His skin buzzed under her touch like she’d been wired into his bones from the start, like she wasn’t just a weapon she was a piece of him.

Alessio’s voice cracked like thunder, rage and betrayal dripping off every word. “Angel. ...