WINTER

“Waitthh-" My protest died the instant his mouth claimed mine. Valtor kissed wildly, all raw hunger and unapologetic lust poured into the crush of his lips.

One large hand collared the nape of my neck, fingers buried in my hair, locking me exactly where he wanted me. Not that I had any intention of escaping. My hands had already betrayed me, sliding up the hard planes of his chest to tangle in the dark, still-damp strands.

The top two buttons of his linen shirt hung open, ...