Her emerald eyes drifted down to his lips pink, damp, and far too inviting.

She swallowed hard before lifting her gaze back to meet the shadowed depths of his own.

With unhurried ease, he caught her chin between his fingers and tilted her face upward. His eyes gleamed at the sight of the faint mark.

“It’s looking better now,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp. She blinked at him, timid as a child caught in something forbidden.

“W… why?” she stammered, lips pursed in a sulky ...