Dorian‘s pov.

The moment I stepped out of Freya’s room, I felt like I was about to explode. My fists clenched at my sides, my breath ragged, my body thrumming with pent-up frustration. What the fuck had just happened in there?

Her defiance, her fire—it set something off in me, something primal and uncontrollable. The taste of her still lingered on my lips, the bite of her teeth a stinging reminder that she would not yield so easily. And that only made me want her ...