Elina’s POV

Ryan’s lips scorched a path down my neck, his breath hot, his touch rough and unapologetic as his fingers dug into my hips. I pulled at his damp hair, tugging him closer, craving the way his body crashed into mine with such raw hunger that I felt restless with need. We stumbled against the couch, his hands gripping me like he’d never let go.

Outside, the storm growled, lightning cutting through the dark and illuminating the room in flickers, but all I ...