Aliana’s POV

Then, I found myself in his embrace, his hands holding my waist, his breath warm on my lips.

"Freddy," I murmured.

His grip intensified, drawing me closely to him.

"You wish to go," he whispered, his lips brushing against my jaw. "However, at this moment, you remain my own."

A chill passed over me.

Since, regardless of how hard I attempted to resist it—

He was correct.

I remained his.

And this evening, before I left, I wanted to experience ...