SERA

His mouth found my neck first.

He buried his face against my throat and inhaled so deep his whole body shuddered, and the groan that came out of him was guttural, broken, the sound of a man who'd been holding his breath for days finally letting go. His lips were hot against my pulse point and I could feel his teeth scraping the skin there, not biting, trembling against the surface like he was fighting every instinct to sink them in.

My hands found his shoulders and pulled. I didn't think ...