Leilani.
"What do you mean by you were told that your attack had something to do with me…a nd my brothers?" Zevran whispered, all while still spotting his soft smile as he twirled me around.
My breath hitched when I spun, and I could swear that my knees turned to jelly when I fell into his chest while his arms remained on my waist, flexing as if massaging my muscles.
From his point, when I looked up at him, it felt like I was looking straight into a mighty tornado. And I say that because of the array of emotions I could see swirling around his eyes. They were consuming. Possessive. Dark. Disastrous.
But what was more disastrous was the way my body reacted to him.
I felt like a wanton, wanting more. Craving more. I leaned into him when his fingers grazed my skin in featherlight motions, moaned quietly when he buried his face into the side of my neck.
