*Amaya*

I found myself back in the alley. But this time Wren didn’t pull back. Instead, his hands moved away from my face to the back of my dress, causing his well-built arms to wrap around my frame.

His lips traveled away from my mouth and down my neck. Pulsating waves of electricity shot to my core. A moan escaped my lips. I wanted more. Like a zealot seeking religion, he would be my salvation.

I wrapped my legs around his ...