Gavriel’s vulgar words turned Althea’s face crimson.

Would she ever get used to his filthy tongue? The way he always spoke so shamelessly, so boldly?

Before she could even muster a reply, his lips were already on hers.

The kiss stole her breath, like it always did. But this time, it wasn’t just forceful. It was deep. Passionate. Intense.

Usually, she would freeze or simply let him take control of her mouth. But now, as his tongue slipped past her lips, coaxing her to respond, ...