"Kian," Eros managed to say, his voice so dangerously close to a moan that I felt my knees weakening.

Whatever intent I had when I came here, it faded under the feel of his skin, his essence, the feel of his lips.

I pressed a little harder, my lips parting against his, taking him as much as I could. You most definitely do not realize how starved you are until you get to eat, and I was finding that out the hard way.

He leaned a little closer in a slow, subtle movement, like he ...