CHAPTER 138

SIENNA’S POV

~A day to the ancient rites~

The kiss should have been brief. Yet the moment I smashed my lips on his, the world tilted and collapsed into something I couldn’t pull away from even if I tried.

He tasted like vanilla and his hand brushed against my breast and I gasped into him, and that was all the invitation he needed. His hand slid to the back of my neck, fingers brushing through my hair as if he has been waiting his whole life for this moment. The hunger ...