SELIN'S POV.
"Are you that desperate?" The words cracked out of him like he hated himself for saying them.
My heart stuttered. Not hurt, more like I'd been caught. Because yes. God, yes. I was desperate for him. But before I could answer, something in his expression shifted…dark heat sliding into something almost…wicked. And he smirked, not a big one. Just enough for my stomach to plummet to the center of the earth.
"Selin," he murmured, lowering himself until his lips brushed my cheek, "you have no idea what you're asking for."
My breath hitched. "Then show me."
His inhale was sharp, almost painful.
"Not that," he said, voice dropping to a rough whisper near my ear. "Not yet. I'd hurt you."
The way he said it made my entire body tremble.
"But," he added, the word curling heat straight to my spine, "there are…other ways."
I didn't breathe. Couldn't.
He hovered above me, his forehead touching mine, his chest brushing mine with every shaky inhale.
