Aurora's POV
He flipped our positions with a sudden, powerful movement, making me lie flat on the mattress while he hovered above me. His weight was a heavy, comforting heat that pinned me down. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his lips searing my skin with a series of deep, marking kisses that made my toes curl.
Then, abruptly, he stopped.
He pulled back, his chest heaving against mine. I could feel the tension vibrating through his entire body.
"Why are you stopping?" I breathed, my voice sounding airy and desperate in the quiet room.
"You're vulnerable, Aurora," he rasped, his green eyes dark with a hunger he was clearly trying to fight. "The adrenaline, the fear... you aren't thinking clearly."
"I am," I lied, though I knew I sounded stupid. My head was spinning, but the only thing I knew for certain was that I didn't want the cold to come back. "I know what I'm doing. I want this. I want you."
